Home again, home again, jiggity-jig.

This wonderful boy man came home from his mission over Labor Day weekend.

  Can I tell you that I started crying like a madwoman the second I saw him on the escalator. We'll chalk it up to the mother in me.

 He is just as awesome as ever; not an awkward bone in his body (other than the ones that were already there). Already cracking jokes with Dad.

 Chauffeur Britta. I think we've found a life calling, people.

 A picture on here that I am actually in? What the what?

I can't wait for Thanksgiving so we can all be together again.

Only slightly less exciting was the spotting of this lady at the SL airport while we were picking up Nik.

I thought to myself, "gee she's pretty and she looks really familiar." I didn't put it together until I saw Jef picking up thier bags from baggage claim. And yes, I was pretending to take my mother's picture to get one of the Bachelorette. TMZ here I come.