Back home again in Indiana

There's no place like home. Home is where the heart is. Home Home on the range. Home cooking. Homemade. I love Florida, but it's too far away from everything! The weather here has been great since we got home. I rode my motorcycle for the first time since last fall. I want Kenny and Kris to know that I am much better at riding than I was when they tried to teach me on that old little motorcycle that I couldn't keep running. I only almost hit 1 pedestrian today. It was his fault though! I anticipated that he was going to walk off of the curb without looking, and he did. Don't you sometimes secretly just want to run over people like that just to teach them a lesson? Anyway, it's good to be home.