We are attempting a flight back to the states today (attempting, because I am not really *sure* we’ll be on it….. but we are Go for Space A) and I don’t know if I am thrilled, or heartbroken. I have written a poem for the occasion.
I love Drive Thru.
I do not love having the Flu.
I enjoy seeing out National Treasures.
On a couch, sleeping is not a Pleasure.
Pay at the pump gas makes me grin,
Too many cheese-it choices make my head spin.
I love the States,
But I’m heading home and I can not wait.
Oh Chipotle, How I’ll Miss Thee
*Don’t judge me, the flu is lingering, and I can’t sleep because I have three sick children. And Also, I am Awesome. SO. There*