Krafting My Return

Last night I flew home to England.

After electrical problems in the cock-pit,

right engine failure while galloping down the runway,

a passenger having a diabetic seizure that led to

paramedics rushing on board,

and a blind woman having a panic attack and jumping ship 

on our grim looking flight...

AA #78 took off 4 hours late.

But alas- I'm now in Oxford now with
 Mr. Aspiring Kennedy.

{and he's still as handsome as always}

Now I'm unpacking my souvenirs

which look a little like this...

What can I say?

I'm a simple girl at heart.

Four months was a long time without some

 high-sodium, processed, canned food.

Bring it on.

What comfort companions 

would you bring along with you?