Wrong Washington, right chaos

It's no secret that this managing editor turned Army girl has found herself in a bit of an unexpected chapter – boots on the ground in Washington, D.C.

And let me tell you, this concrete jungle is a far cry from the rolling wheat fields of Eastern Washington, let alone the dusty, wide-open cowboy country I call home.

I like to joke that I told people I was heading to Washington and somehow boarded the wrong plane. Next thing I knew, I was living out a real-life "Home Alone 2" moment, full Kevin McCallister energy, just with less room service and more early mornings.

But jokes aside, something...