You know what, you are all right. I am going to be fine. The initial shotgun blast is starting to wear off, and the reality is setting in. I don't think she will be there when I get off the plane, but if she is, I will merely accept the papers, place them in my backpack, and proceed to grab and squish my boys until my arms get tired. If she says anything about the papers, I will simply say "oh, that, I'll let my lawyer deal with that" "Now, B12, B 15, lets go have some fun!!!"
