Everyone who knows me, knows what a homebody I am (it goes hand in hand with that whole not-a-wild-thing of yesterday). Snug as a bug in a rug is my motto and would be featured prominently on my family crest if I had one.

I do not enjoy extensive travel – my favorite part of any trip is coming home. Weekend jaunts are okay – and if I know I am leaving my house and poochies in good hands I actually do enjoy them. But for the most part, I am happy to stay home.

There is so much work involved in going away – arrangements to be made, clothes to pack, more arrangements to be made, weather to worry about, connections to worry about, planes to worry about, kids and dogs left at home to worry about. It is exhausting. And then the hotel mattress makes my back ache and sometimes ye olde system decides to go on strike until it is back in the comfort of its own bathroom. I wake up at ungodly hours on vacation – it’s 5:30 am and I’m wide awake. It’s a mess. I’m a mess.

Why not stay at home and read a great book, or see a great movie? go out to dinner, go into the city?? go to a friend’s house? take a walk on the beach, or on a trail? why go anywhere?

But how best to picture being a homebody? With lovely pictures of my house like Vicki? That would entail me getting up and firing up the camera, going about taking pictures and then transferring those pictures – and at the moment, I am snug as a bug in this chair. I realize that this could be viewed as a direct violation of the abc along.

In any case, I am happiest at home. And when I was visiting D#1 at college last weekend and saw this at the school’s bookstore, I knew I had to have it. Even Boar said, “You have to buy that”. Which if you knew Boar, you would know is like him speaking in tongues.

are you a homebody too?
home is where my ♥ is!