Also I left the kids back home with Mike- Buwahahaha!
Anywho.... Flying into Indianapolis International Airport and House of Pancakes is always a treat for me as I try to pick out the old landmarks. Some are more obvious than others. For instance, the woman behind me leaned over her travelling buddy during our descent and I heard her say (and I SWEAR I am not making this up):
"What is that? It looks like some sort of racetrack. Is that a racetrack? Oh my Gawd it's HUGE!"
Now if you'll excuse me, I have 8o loads of laundry to catch up on.