Merry Christmas Denver

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Merry Christmas homeskillets. I'm delirious. I've been in an airport since 545 Christmas Eve morning and I'm not scheduled to arrive home until 1230 this afternoon. I say 'this afternoon' because technically it's Christmas, it's 1:02 AM.

Did you add that up? Because I did. That's 31 hours of 5 different airports and just as many planes. And I could've been home by 8 o'clock Christmas Eve but I missed that flight by 10 minutes. No joke. So as I sit at gate B31 in Denver International, I'm catching up on some pintrest, CNN, photo editing and attempting to redo the look of this here blog. Oh snap, the Midwest in me slipped out. Dad-gummit. Haha. I did that last one on purpose.

I told you, I'm delirious. 

So here's the beautiful views I get to see on this wonderful holiday:

Have you ever seen an airport look that empty? Other than some guy that works here repeatedly vacuuming the same 10 by 10 foot piece of carpet four feet from me, it's fairly uneventful around here. Seriously though, annoying-vacuum-man included, it's all good. Yeah, I'd love to be home snuggling with my boo-ski under our warm down comforter rather than freezing sitting in this chilly, unfamiliar airport, but I'm just glad that I get to go home (in a few hours) to my favorite person in the world.

And right about now, all I want for Christmas is five minutes with my toothbrush. But for now, this Colgate Wisp that I currently have hanging out of my mouth will work. 

And wipe that look of disgust off your face. I'm keeping' it real. 

Merry Christmas ya'll.

Oh, and Mr Kringle, peep this...

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Holla at'cha guuuurrrrrrl,

Lor