Ugg.

Well, my daughter and I made it home from L.A. yesterday in rather stress-free manner(other than having to be out of our hotel room at 4:30AM to get to the airport on time).

However, in the end, we went through 6 major airports and rode on 6 different packed planes in 3 days...and somewhere along the way, something(or maybe 16 somethings) got me.

I feel like hammered dog poop this morning.

And now I get to be the jack-hole who goes and shares that at work.