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We’re back from vacation. Yea! Vacation was great, but I’ve done two plane trips in four days, and after all the traveling I just finished, well, I’m happy to be home. No more plane trips for awhile unless something unexpected comes up. I feel like I’ve been brave enough for now with my phobia of flying. I am getting better. No hysterics, and I didn’t dig my nails into Jon once. Though, that took effort especially when we hit some turbulence that made even Jon (a much better flyer than myself) a little queasy.
Where did we go? Philadelphia. Why didn’t we say where we were going? Because, if I tell you guys where we’re going some of you try and find me. We did some research, true, but we had Trinity with us. When we travel with the kiddo I prefer to be under the radar not above it. I love meeting all you guys, but I really needed to be Mom, not LAURELL K. HAMILTON. Being “on” is harder than it looks. My sympathy keeps going up for the more public celebrities like actors and singers.
I started to panic about the trip, of course, until I finally chose clothes that I would never, ever wear on tour. It just helped me realize I wasn’t on display, but could actually relax. It was the moment when Jon and I were standing on the corner waiting for the phlash bus in Philly and he said, “We are so not on tour.” I looked down where he was looking, and realized what he meant. We were both wearing our Mickey and Minnie Mouse socks, respectively, and crocs. Yes, I know the shoes are ugly, but they are eerily comfortable. I also lived in a pair of Jon’s cargo shorts with all those lovely deep pockets. I got to leave the purse at home, and the brief case, too. It was very freeing. Put an untucked t-shirt over that, and I was in deep stealth mode. Or at least I didn’t look much like me, which was about what we were going for. I didn’t get recognized once. Or, if you guys did spot me, you didn’t out me, and for that, I’m thankful. Thanks.
Why Philadelphia? The King Tut exhibit, of course. We’ll blog about that, and other sights we saw in the fair city of Philly later. We’re just all three happy to be home. I will now resist the urge to quote from the movie, THE WIZARD OF OZ.