I’m not sure if I’m talking about this …

… This pretty little Michigan rest area.

Or the fact that I am home.

Again.

Where I think I will stay.

Until Spring.

Made a back-in-a-flash trip to see Michigander Sister.

Michigan is turning. Autumn color is popping out all over.

I took exactly four shots. All at this rest area.

I know.

So unlike me.

We were too busy laughing and chattering. Cooking and talking trash books. Trying on clothes and swapping out earrings. Giggling. Combing through family photographs.

I might’ve snort-laughed a time or two.

In other words, we were doing what sisters do.

The menfolk were shaking their heads and smiling.

Good times.

Miss you already, Michigander Sister.

I tried not to eat the Blueberry Salsa for breakfast. Liar, liar. Pants on fire.

Elen

P.S. Michigan has a lot of pretty little rest areas where you can stretch your legs, and run the dog, and stick a buck or two in a vending machine and get a chocolate chip ice cream sandwich. I totally did not do that. Did not. Did.