Back home. Safe, somewhat sound. Puffy, but happy to be here and not over that railing.
CKC was a good all-around time. Great classes. Thank you to all of you who chose to spend an hour with me on Friday and Saturday. I haven't been out among the scrapbookers in quite some time. My nervousness was unfounded. That's a good thing.
And thanks to my sweet co-worker and senior editor Megan, who did a fabulous job teaching and convincing me to come out to Niagara Falls.
And also for accompanying me to the Anchor Bar where we decided to order the medium-ly spicy wings. Mmmmm.
And thanks to my little Kodak EasyShare camera for allowing me to bring this little nugget to the masses:
And to Steve, the cab driver who took care of us, even if he was a little pushy.
And to the two women I met at different times at the convention who said variations of the following: "You're smaller than I thought you would be."
And thanks to my parents, for instilling all those great values in me.
And to my friends. You've stood by me through the good times and the bad.
And to that man on the plane, on my first flight yesterday, who gave up his aisle seat so a whole family could sit together, thereby restoring my own faith in the good of mankind.
And to my mail carrier, for delivering my mail each day with thoughtfulness and compassion.
And to each and every single one of you.