Back In NYC

Starving. Waiting for my Thai food to arrive. Trip back was not as smooth as the trip down. J would not stop laying lethal farts (air is limited on the plane as you know) but refused to poop. He also refused to eat his sandwich, which he made me unwrap 4 times. Sandwiches de miga.. yummy! Thank you father & VH. WTF? We forgot the oreo cheesecake in MIA. I want to cry. How could we? Thank you for the two you made and for all of the help with kiddies Amu. My bug bites itch. Poor A projectile vomited as we landed and soaked herself, me, the seat. and J's arm (he was a brat about it). As we took off I heard M tell J, first there is heaven, then outer space, and then Jesus. Aiuto! I am starving. Tomorrow am is my first day as head of July camp. Hope I am ready and that we have fun!