Friday, July 16, 2010

I know I'm back home in San Diego when...

1. The humidity almost knocks me over when I get off the plane

2. I get a warm greeting from 3 loudly barking dogs

3. I open the refrigerator and find loads of cut up watermelon

4. I find the mini-fridge completely stocked with water bottles and Dr. Pepper

5. I get to drive my dad's massive, diesel, F250 around town

6. The massage chair welcomes me with open arms

7. I spend 3 hours in a Submarina catching up with a friend

8. The beach, playing basketball, and eating are the only cares I have in the world

9. I stay up until 1am talking with my sisters

10. I miss my husband back in Provo :(

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