The next morning, we got up, waaaayyyy too early again. Again I was stuffed in the backpack and back in the car we went. Off to the airport to finally head home. I had a great time in New York, but I was really starting to miss my daddy and Auntie and even a little bit, the man with the funny face. On the way to the airport, the old lady started to get really worried about someone named Debby. I don't know who Debby was, but the old lady was worried we wouldn't be able to land in Florida because of her. Pretty powerful person, whoever she was. Turns out, she knows how to move planes because our plane jumped all over the place as it was getting ready to land in Tampa. And when we were finally safely on the ground, this Debby person closed the Skyway Bridge, so we had to drive all the way around Tampa to get home. She seemed to be the cause of all kinds of mischeif, even big waves out in the Bay. I am happy to be home, safe and sound and ready to head out on the next adventure.