"Italian boys are HOT!"

Image via Wikipedia Well, my daughters' plane landed safely, and the girls are back under my protective wing. (Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU, God and St. Christopher and all the angels and saints!) Yes, I worry when they're not with me. It's my job, and I do it well. Where most normal people check an airplane's arrival and departure times, I turn on CNN, if that tells you anything.

I hadn't seen them in 11 whole days while they were in France with their father -- that's, like, almost half a month! So when they walked through my front door again, I gave them both the biggest, fattest, tightest hug. The first words out of my tween's mouth were, "Hi, Mom! I missed you SO much!" She really gets it.

My teen, the alien, looked at me with this naughty sparkle in her eye and the first thing she said to me was, "Italian boys are HOT!"

Gee, I missed you, too, Honey.