I'm Back! Yes, we did make it through our HUGE trip across country, and survived.... Lots to tell on that, but we will start with the here & now. I get home last night around 5:30, tired, smelly, and just ready for bed, when.. Ding Dong. The doorbell rings. WTF! It's my brand new neighbor whom I have never met before holding my mail. Not just any mail, but my "major" credit card bill. That one that you don't want your husband to see, let alone let it be your first impression to your neighbor. (Embaressment #1) She goes on to explains that her husband accidentally opened it and first yelled at her for the charges and then assumed someone stole their card and was running up a bunch of charges before realizing it's not their bill. (Embaressment #2) I am standing in a pile of clothes, toys, and yuck that collects after a trip, not to mention my unwashed hair, stained shirt and run off makeup trying to smile and listen to this sweet person talk. (Embaressment #3) As she is going on all happy & chipper, my son, who is covered in tomato soup and shirtless, is throwing legos and balls at this lady, and with his amazing aim, is hitting her every time. I could only hope for the ground to swallow me up, or at least my husband to come rescue me from the horrific scene, but oh no, he's sitting in the living room hiding, and listening to the whole thing. If I was only as smart as he was, I too, could have just hid in the living room and not have given the absolute worst impression ever.