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Oct. 9th, 2013 12:42 amOh, gosh, we're home, finally! *resists urge to kiss the floorboards* And I am never leaving again!
Okay, so I know from the above statement and my previous post of woe my trip sounded like a disaster. But it wasn't, in all honesty. It actually started out really great when we spent two days at my first oldest sister's house, then spent two weeks at my second oldest sister's house. We shopped, visited the tide pools, hung out at a beach, saw old World War Two bunkers.
The thing is, the whole point of this trip was to attend my nieces' weddings. The first wedding was a small, quiet deal that took ( In Which it's good to be home like you wouldn't believe. And much griping ahead. )
Okay, so I know from the above statement and my previous post of woe my trip sounded like a disaster. But it wasn't, in all honesty. It actually started out really great when we spent two days at my first oldest sister's house, then spent two weeks at my second oldest sister's house. We shopped, visited the tide pools, hung out at a beach, saw old World War Two bunkers.
The thing is, the whole point of this trip was to attend my nieces' weddings. The first wedding was a small, quiet deal that took ( In Which it's good to be home like you wouldn't believe. And much griping ahead. )
