I left this morning around 7:30am. I had to get through Houston before all the people headed into town for the Texans v. Bears game.


I made it through Texas without any real issue, but then it rained and poured and it was horrible. But I made it home safe and sound. Milo is passed out on the couch and I'm dreading the unpacking, which will not all occur tonight.


I'm sad, but I'll be honest, I'm too tired to get upset about it. I'm worried about Mr. Jetplane. He's all by himself until his roommate gets back next Sunday. He's off work until next week, but he has to drive himself to his first physical therapy appointment tomorrow.


It was wonderful to get to spend a week with him. Unfortunately, his surgery had proved to be much more painful then we had anticipated. So we didn't get to do too much after Tuesday.


A couple of high points...


shopping, shopping, shopping...


we saw Benjamin Button (Brad Pitt is ridiculous hot.... OMG)


and getting to have our whole lil Jetplane family back together.

Picture of Mr. Jetplane being his crazy self. He was the Best Man in his cousin wedding in August.