woke up at 6 in FL.
flew back to TX.
sat in front of a little boy who likes to kick the back of chairs repeatedly, yay.
upon arriving in Houston, the sky decides to fall through.
i get completely poured on in attempt to get to my car.
drove pretty much straight to work
while my mom and "sister" are enjoying a nice Nordstrom Cafe lunch.
danced a little in the car to lift my spirts.
spilled half of my iced latte on my stack of invoices...
3 hours until freedom and sleep.
i [should] survive.
on a more positive note:
the weekend was absolutely amazing : )
pictures coming soon.