Just Heather
Jiggity Jig

We are home again. The girls slept most of the trip, even through last night’s thunderstorm. I’m pretty sure no one even noticed that I set off the traction control 4 times.

Now I have a van to unload, a week’s two week’s worth of laundry to clean and a ton of mail to work through. At least the house is clean—hubby always manages to whip it into shape while we are away.