We were heading to the car for what felt like the billionth time for all of us. Jeremy was holding Ellie's hand as they walked together, and under each of her arms was a pink dog or a pink blanket. As they got closer, Ellie stopped in her tracks and a glazed look came over her face. The dog and blanket slowly slipped out from under her arms and she began to shake her head. Then in a desperate little voice she cried, NO, NO! And turned and bolted for freedom faster than her little legs could take her. If it wasn't so funny it would have been pathetic. But, we made it. Home at last.
In the next few days I'll update you on all the tomfoolery that took place in our nation's capitol over this past week. All I can say about it right now is this: I have never been so happy to see a Qudoba in my life.