So place the Don't Disturb sign on the door

     I'm going to be honest.  I'm not really up to writing an in depth post today.  So I'll give a fast run down of my return to Texas.

     The last few days in Arizona were relaxing.  I did more painting.  To thank me, Pie's mom bought me pink Converses with matching socks.  I stuffed my bags and we headed to the airport.  The two of them bogged me down with information until I couldn't think straight.  We hugged.  I cried so much.  Pie kissed me a couple of times and we parted at the security line.
     At airport security, I didn't realize I had my laptop with me.  I never travel with it.  So they took my bag apart and ran everything through again.  The line was held up and people were glaring at me, so I pretended to find something interesting out a window.  Then they swabbed my hands before they'd let me go through.
     I sat at the gate, then got switched to a different gate.  I cried for a good portion of the time spent at each gate.  Flight attendants were 20 minutes late.  I ended up texting Pie's mother, and my iPhone's autocorrect changed my misspelling of Las Vegas to "Las Vaginas."  I was mortified.  They howled in laughter.  They aren't going to let me live that down.
     A guy sitting beside me made a joke about the plane crashing and that wasn't cool.  Then a "Gregory House" was paged to a courtesy phone.  That made me smile.
     The flight was incredibly rough, as I was flying out of rain and into thunderstorms.  I enjoyed my iPod and read Pride and Prejudice for the flight.  I was nervous at first, until I realized the guy a seat over from me was a pilot and he was really relaxed.  That relaxed me.
     We landed at five minutes past midnight.  Dad picked me up about twenty minutes later.  Stayed up until 5am unpacking and cleaning.  When I say unpacking, I mean that I had about fifteen boxes from a previous almost-move a month ago.  I cried myself to sleep because I'm a big freaking baby, but I had my awesome dog beside me the whole night and that was comforting.

     Today has been a busy blur.  There was more to unpack.  That's all I've done.  I'm really quite miserable and pitiable, though, so please excuse my non-awesome adventure.  Today is very ordinary, but not very awesome.

     Because I'm not feeling creative, here's a picture Pie's mother sent to me.  It's me asleep on Christmas day.  My art was pretty close.

     To make up for my lame sad self not drawing anything, here's a second picture of me painting a bathtub.