Fleeing in the Cleve
Who doesn’t remember Liz Lemon’s joy in going to Cleveland, home of her then-beau (and now much missed beau) Floyd, and being mistaken for a model? Even Jack Donaghy seemed to understand the the greatness of “fleeing to the Cleve” for a weekend. And so I have for the past couple days. Here’s how the equation breaks down:
7 people in
1 house with
3 dogs and
12 meals with
24 courses. I’ve gained
14 pounds and had to survive
6 hours with extended family. But I am the proud owner of
1 new Kia Rio 5 named “Zippy the Wonder Car.” I’ve also made
9 slides for a presentation due tomorrow and hope to write
3 pages before I leave. I’ll actually probably write only
1, but it’s something.
Here’s what I love about visits home: unlimited college football (whether you want it or not), unlimited cookies to be found, and I can walk 4 miles without passing one single person. We also have Sonic. Oh, and 2 widescreen tvs.
Will I be ready to head back to real life soon? Yes. But not tomorrow. Just soon.
