(for a long time after we came out here that song made me want to cry every time I heard it...  for the past month or so it's been kind of a personal anthem...  not that any of the song means anything other than the "mama, I'm coming home bit", lol.  I'm sure my Mama wouldn't appreciate it.  she's totally not down with Ozzy.)

Heading to the airport in two and a half hours.  I'm feeling ill.  I think it's butterflies, excitement, dreading the long flight - all that good stuff.  We've picked up snacks and magazines, packed the suitcases, taken care of the pile of dishes in the sink, printed boarding passes, and went to the truck stop about three hours ago for a big greasy meal.  I think that may have something to do with the flip-flopping of my stomach.  =)  I'm *so* excited about going home, but a little apprehensive too.  Worried I won't fit into that bridesmaid dress.  lol.  Worried about cleaning all of our stuff out of the place at home so we can rent it.  Plus, we've been looking forward to this trip for so long - when it's finally over and we come home it will be...  Well, we won't be able to look forward to it anymore.  It will be next summer before we go again, and that's another long old wait.  People tell us we'll be itching to get back out here after the first week of being home, but somehow I doubt that.  =)  No laptop plugins on the plane.  =P  Oh well, it will be good for some distraction for a while anyway.  Seatback tv will be a huge bonus.  I wonder who's sitting beside me?  J gets the window seat, as it's the first time he's flown.  So, I'm in the middle next to a stranger.  It's a direct flight from here to the Island, so chances are we'll know at least someone on the plane.  Well...  I should go have a shower and double check my list.