The biggest oops of all? Googling your old high school flame and finding his name on the sex offender registry. I don't think I want to look up any more high school flames. In fact, I'm not sure I want to move back to my hometown anymore. Speaking of the old hometown, our flight home was uneventful even though I had gotten the worst cold in the world while in Maryland. But once we landed the hell began. We left almost 70 degree temps to come home to 7 degrees here in the Midwest and a full blown snow storm. The topper? A dead car battery in the airport parking lot. It took us 3 hours to get home after our plane landed. What a nightmare.
One of the joys of my hometown was sharing the worlds best sub with Jas. If you are ever on the East Coast try a Red Door sub and a birch beer. You won't be sorry. Hmmm....moving back to my hometown is suddenly sounding better!