.... at least it doesn't feel like it. Yet.
I mean, isn't "home" where you're supposed to feel comfortable and relaxed? Isn't it where you're supposed to kick off your shoes, pull back the handle on the recliner, and relax?
If it is, then I ain't home yet.
I worked (admittedly, with help) on that goddamn tree for a second day - after coming home from the office.
Supper was KFC. Because I didn't have time to cook.
And I'm still pissed that USA conceded a last minute header to Portugal that equalized the score in their World Cup Match and now they don"t DARE lose to Germany on Thursday.
No. I'm not home yet.
At least I'm not on the highway facing 15 hours of travel.