I was feeling pretty sleepy this morning after staying up late last night. My son asked me why I looked so tired as I was pouring my coffee.

I told him, 'I guess I'm just feeling a little *depresso*!'

So, I was at the airport today, picking up your cousin from his flight. I saw all these big airplanes landing and taking off, carrying people all over the world.

It really made me want to travel. I guess I'm ready to 'plane' my next vacation.

I have a fear of speed bumps, but I'm slowly getting over it.

I've been trying to become a master baker, but it's not going well.

I guess you could say I'm struggling to knead the results I want.