Life with The Girl-Child

Yesterday we successfully got The Girl-Child off to the airport.  It's funny calling her that these days, as she's farther away from the child part than ever.  A friend dubbed her that years ago (obviously) and it became one of many humorous references over the years.  (The poor kid, she put up with a lot!) She pretty much managed to do everything and see everybody she wanted to see over the course of a long weekend.  On the trip home from the airport when we picked her up, we could hear mutterings from the back seat-- something to the effect of, "Ugh, I feel like death."  (It's a 2.5 hour drive...remember, we live in the sticks.)  On the eve of her departure, she went out with friends, but made it a more low-key event. She declared, from recent experience, that Dramamine was bad enough without a hangover to go with it! Hmmm... could this be maturity speaking? (The Girl Child's Parental Units are savoring this moment!)