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I'M HOME

I had an incredible time, but I can't write about it yet--not only did I come home with a brand new Goofy coffee mug and a potholder shaped like Mickey's shorts, I also came home with a death-defying, sinus-clogging, bronchial-infecting, ear-stopping cold. At least I am clean.

I will write with a few pictures as soon as I can gather my thoughts.

Have a magical day, as they say in Disney World.

Comments

dive said…
Oh, poor you!
Get well soon, Robyn, and WELCOME HOME!
You have GOT to post the pot holder shaped like Mickey's shorts!
Only take plenty of rest and get better first.
11:50 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
Welcome home Robyn you were missed by the gang and I. Hope you had fun.

Hope you feel better too!! :))
1:17 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
oh, and let someone else do the cooking while you're sick
1:18 PM
Miz Minka said…
Get well soon, Robyn!!!! I've been suffering from withdrawals during this Robyn-less week... Can't wait to read about the trip!
4:37 PM
DearestDragonfly said…
Yay!!!!! You're home! Oh, I've had what you have (just not recently). Not fun.

Good choice of souvenirs!
4:46 PM
Sassy Sundry said…
Feel better!
4:48 PM
Vic said…
Welcome back Robyn - hope you get better soon!
8:09 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Ah yes i quite forgot the hideous viral dangers of the world of the teen. Commiserations Robyn but look at it this way - you're still in one piece!
12:11 PM
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