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I'm home, back to the land of high speed internet and 400 TV channels and knowing what is going on in the world. Also? It snowed. All over my yard. Phillip is distraught- DISTRAUGHT!- that he missed the big snowstorm and I am all, "It better be gone by the time I wake up tomorrow."

I threw up twice on the plane and once in the car on the way home. I can't remember the last time I threw up. (No, wait. There was that One Time in which I may have drunk an entire bottle of delicious red wine on an empty stomach, but before that, I honestly cannot remember the last time I threw up and that is what will count this time around.) So. The flight was bumpy, but not as bumpy as the flight we took to get to London. (Ho ho, you will be terribly excited to read my Dear British Airways post, I'm SURE.) Either the morning sickness is finally kicking in at 17 weeks or English food IS that bad. Phillip and his dad are out finding me something that might stay in my stomach, and I am home admiring my suitcase full of loot. About half of it is kitschy Christmas stuff and the other half is chocolate.

Ugh. You will find this unbelievable, but just writing 'chocolate' makes me queasy. My entire world is UPSIDE DOWN. Must go lay down and reconnect with my beloved TiVo.