Travelling home

I'm tired of flying. I must admit, though, I do have it down to a tee. I think the secret lies in comfy socks. I'm not just talking about the standard high-rise white socks, I'm talking about something with cushion. Snuggling the feet together is the base of comfort.

Another thing: Why is it that every cheesy romantic comedy makes you cry if you're on a plane? It doesn't even have to be romantic. I watched the very predictable "Freedom Writers" where Hilary Swank inspires her class to break down racial barriers. It had me thinking it was the most heartfelt movie that I've ever seen. Planes make me soft.

So, in addition to comfy socks and cheesy movies, the garb must be well-planned. For me, being half Italian, oily skin is something that has always plagued me. A head wrap helps this.

Gino and I are heading home for two weeks. He's in his cousin's wedding. Since the timing perfectly abutted a Japanese holiday and airfare is hiked in the summer, this seemed like the perfect time for a home visit for me too.

Especially to take care of poor Duncan-dog, who shattered his leg playing too hard
the other day. He needs his momma and some TLC.

To my audience: look forward to wedding picutres, Dunc at every angle, Chloe the vibrant neice, and lots of shots with family and friends.