Click, click . . . There's no place like home

from disnology.com

I've been hankering after a pair of ruby slippers lately.  See, the other night I went out to dinner with a friend and when she drove me home, I gave her directions to the wrong place.  I didn't know where my home was — I was as bad off as Dorothy in the poppy field (but I had a designated driver).  Can you blame me?  In a little over a year and a half, I have lived in four abodes —  two different condos and two boats.  Yes, I love to travel and I consider myself something o...