Home again, home again...

Whew, wow, trips are fun. This was a dooesy. But there's always that feeling when you walk through the door when you get home that feels so good. I've been told that's because I'm a hermit and I don't like to leave the comforts of my house that I'm so accustom to, but I'm not so sure... Well, OK, maybe. I know I missed Duke. That little guy just has a way of making me feel better, even when I think my mood can't get any better. Trips and vacations are great time away, but, home will always be the place I want to be. On the way home today I got to stop at the dentist, my brother in law Dave, and get a filling fixed that I've needed done forever but seem to always find something else to do instead. Not that I hate the dentist, he's fast and about as painless as I've ever experienced. Not to mention the jokes, as if I don't already have a hard enough time keeping my mouth open he usually has me chuckling the whole time. But I can stop carrying around a pocket full of toothpicks and stick with brushing like crazy and flossing more. But, enough about my dental hygiene. We're home for a week or so and then off on the road again to St. George with some friends. So work hard while we're home then drive like a bat out of hell to warmer weather and play some golf. But Mariessa probably thinks I'm just rambling on and on about nothing and need to go to bed so I'm off. Later.