Yes, I'm back in Chicago, and it's good. Ok, so I've been home for less than two hours and I haven't seen anybody but my cats, but still. By the way, my cats have forgiven me for abandoning them. I think they're just grateful to have my room back as their primary hangout location.

On the plane I watched A Little Princess. There was a special 2 disc special edition of that and The Secret Garden at Books-A-Million, and I knew I had to own it. So I watched my favorite childhood movie on the trip back, and just sobbed. Like, good sobbing. That damn movie made me cry more than the tiny babies coming back from Disney World.

You know, I hate that about where I live. I have nothing to do with Disney, but having to fly out of Orlando means having screaming toddlers on the flight, regardless of where you're going. Lame.

Is it yet time to throw away the army men that Gabe left here last summer? Is it? Really?

Labels: A Little Princess, army men, chicago, crying, movies