Uhhh. No thanks.

Houston in August? I must be the luckiest girl alive!

Last time I was there, it was in September 2005, post-Katrina, and I ended up hauling ass out of there to avoid Rita.

This time, it's a 24 hour trip, and as soon as my ass hits the plane seat tonight, I'm getting a nap. I'm tired already, and I just woke up.

Training tomorrow afternoon, followed by a flight home, a regular rest of the work week, then a mad dash to the mountains for work day Saturday.

I'm tired just thinking about it.

I'm just not a huge fan of Texas, that's all.