A few months abroad. Fun, but still, home being what it is, we want to come back. Just walk around, check the yard, read junk mail, clean the AC filter, etc. (if I listed out seventeen more things, this could be my to-do list).
After several phone calls to travel agents, we finally work out the most complicated itinerary ever that involves (among other things) a quick one week trip back home.
And guess who decides to greet us on arrival? This unpleasant woman. Sigh.