Let the dog in!

Kid and I just got back from Dallas (that’s spelled M-A-L-L, for those unaware). Nothing like going back home to feel old, am I right? My old stompin’ grounds got a big upgrade in every way. Many of those construction projects from last year are now done and new, enormous holes in the ground appeared in other locations. The tear-down demolition portion of the construction industry thrives there.

Oh, and we saw Mark Cuban’s resort house, complete with Mark getting into his black Bentley. Suuuweeeet.

The weather? It was windy, but no twisters this year. And then the thermostat dropped about 20 degrees. Typical.

The food? Last year, I was all oh-this-is-so-good and why-can’t-they-do-Tex-Mex-in-Seattle? This year, I was all could-you-hold-my-hair-back-while-I-barf. Yes.

I’m such a delicate flower in my old age that I get sick almost every time I go to the airport. Colds, stomach bugs, whatever.

However, I recovered enough for gelato and our photo shoot here. The Food Network’s Unwrapped was filming when we arrived. They took footage of us all eating (reallll cute of Kid, not so much of ME) and the episode, Deep Freeze, should be on in about two months, the producer said.

Here they are interviewing my mom about gelato. Even though she did the “no paps!” hand-over-her-face routine at first, Kid jumped in on this part. Aren’t they beautiful?

(My mother’s motto: you should always dress nicely when you go out. She was right–You never know when you’ll be interviewed on national tv! Kid had just scored a new dress only minutes before, too! Whew!)

So forget about taking pictures on vacation. Just get yourself on a tv show!

We had a late flight back (during which Kid sleep 0 minutes). At least our flight wasn’t this one. That was my brother’s flight home. Engine, smingine. Apparently, those 737s just need one engine anyway.

I’m glad everything turned out fine (I had 3 family members on that plane), but mostly I’m glad it did not happen to them on the WAY to my mother’s. With my nerves, I would have burned through my Xanax way before my departure date….

Good to be home. Even the sun is smirking today.

I love the Pacific Northwest.

[PS, note to all my personal friends: reading this blog does not count for CALLING ME!! HELLO! SPRING BREAK!]

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