Presently, we’re sitting on the tarmac at the Newark airport (very similar to one of the more unsavory levels of Dante’s Inferno), waiting out a squall (hopefully). Hateful air travel. I’ve officially exhausted my reading material — and the people will Not Stop Talking. Hateful.
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LOL! we’re 45 mins away in south jersey. in the middle of a storm.
um, yeah. dirtgirl would be a Melissa.
Freakishly small world! We made it home and Hemingway is yelling at me about the great injustice of his abandonment. (The dogs come back tomorrow.) I hope where you are has much nicer bathrooms than Terminal A.
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