I'm not even gonna bitch about it, but i will say this: i am never flying United again.
The sun was shining in Copenhagen, and my dad picked us up at the airport.
After we'd unloaded all of our crap in the apartment, we went over to my parents place to get reunited with our little boy.
He seemed as happy to see us as we were to see him, if that's even possible.
I love that little guy.
My mom had prepared some food and we ate and did some catching up before going back home for a four hour nap on the couch.
I am so jetlagged right now, more than usual.
And my head hurts.
Oh well, here are a few shots from our last day in California.
We had planned to go to LA that day, but Allan caught a cold and wasn't feeling good, so we ended up staying in the OC instead.
We went to The Lab, ate at Gypsy Den and hung out in the sun
And to Target for more nail polish (two kinds of coral, i can't seem to get enough of that color these days)
Holding your girlfriends leftover salad is the new holding your girlfriends purse, or something like that
I'm gonna go try and sleep off this headache, that i most likely got from sleeping too much.
Sound like a good plan?