Again people, Apple tags. Get ’em.
Unfortunately the bag of home-made peanut brittle (friend gave it to me and I love the stuff) I’d thrown in at the last minute opened up and little to microscopic pieces of peanut brittle went into every single crevice, fold, pocket, wrinkle, nook and cranny it could get into. That was fun.
Oh Michael! What a horrible travel story! But you tell it so well with such humor.
BTW, I must’ve missed some thing. Why isn’t your lovely husband back in Wisconsin by this time hard at work in his new job? I hope that didn’t get screwed up.!?!?