this is the place i fly to so i can eat sandwiches.

I finally arrived in Boston at 11-something PM after missing my morning flight because 10 extra minutes of sleep, 15 minutes of late cab drivers and 20 minutes of an inconsiderate Persian woman unpacking and repacking her suitcases in front of me at the check-in point when she learned that there was a baggage fee ('parently the bitch lives under a rock cause I showed up with 1 bag and about 200 bucks in cash prepared for the worst. I think everyone I've seen in the last month has mentioned that they charge you for checked bags now. I guess homegirl doesn't get out much... or ever.)

Last night I fell asleep in a Sacramento Kings bed (my step-bros were born in NorCal) with Rockband equipment all around me, knitting and half-watching Real Housewives of OC. All throughout the night I kept half-waking, sure I wasn't at home, but still comfortable because I could feel my little baked potato of a dog curled up on my tummy. 

Today I hung out with my mom. We decided we're going to bake a lot of gifts this year, which is a first for the two of us. My mom ran her own catering business for years, but as Rachael Ray will tell you, cooking and baking are two different animals. I just want to make cookies and put them in cellophane bags with little ribbons on them. 

Anyway, I'm here, I'm safe. I'm trying to get my step-dad and mom to pull it together and get the wireless password (Seriously-- let me stress this: THEY PAY FOR WIRELESS INTERNET AND HAVE FOR OVER A YEAR AND DON'T KNOW THE PASSWORD, RENDERING IT FUCKING USELESS.) I'm going to go eat some homemade beef stew and knit some more. Maybe watch all the Anna Nicole DVDs I brought with me. 

See ya in a bit.