Well, I'm home, despite the weather's best attempts to destroy our plane in a divine wrath-like display of lightning and turbulence. The plot was thwarted by our plucky young pilot, who made several Star Wars jokes in his opening schpiel, and deftly managed to keep our plane from falling from the sky like a giant aluminum brick and crashing into the wastelands of Kentucky. Thank you, dear pilot!

Meanwhile, my mom repainted my room while I was gone. It doesn't really match anything, but it's a lovely color, and I'm sure I'll like it more once I've gotten used to it. In the week that I have at home before returning to Philadelphia. Yes.

Maybe if it eats all its veggies and studies hard in school it can grow up to match my bedspread.