Yes, we made it back late yesterday afternoon. We had a great time at the beach and didn't want to leave, despite not actually doing much. The pup didn't like it, yet he seems depressed now that we're home. I'd post pictures, but Greg left for Las Vegas this morning and has the camera. Yes, I was originally supposed to be going to Vegas too, but I backed out after our fairly miserable trip to Disney. I decided that flying while pregnant wasn't a good plan for me. Frankly, I'm not sure leaving the house is a good plan for me, but that's a whole different story.
I've spent many hours trying to catch up with everybody in blog-land and Facebook. I finally gave up on Bloglines and just cleared the last 300 posts after caching up on the personal blogs I read. I also deleted a hundred or so unread emails, so if I missed something important, sorry.
Oh, and a question for those of you who keep promising me that I'll feel better soon. Does that come before or after the excrutiating pain in almost all of my joints, including knees, ankles, hip, shoulders, fingers and worst of all, wrists? Just wondering. I think I turned 94 instead of 34 last week.