Ladies and Gentlemen, Children of All Ages...
Hold on to your hats, folks, because we are about to become the Flying Three Kid Circus! That's right, tomorrow, after feeding my children insane, should-be-illegal quantities of candy, and then adding to the fun with Benedryl (only because of sinus issues, not to knock them out - hoo-whee, because benedryl makes my kids hyper, whee!) we're boarding a plane.
If you hear a sonic boom sometime mid-afternoon, that's probably the sound of my brain imploding. Wait, does imploding make a sound? Lee? What say you?
Is anyone else watching "Little House on the Prairie?" I don't have no stinkin' pioneer spirit. If my man wanted to pack my family up in a covered wagon and go for a little drive, say, like for a couple of months, to the middle of nowhere, where we would have lots of trees but nothing else...I would have to say no.
This is for the same reason we are not driving to Disneyland. Long about the one hour mark on a road trip, my darling, dear, annoying-ass husband begins to claim that he is exhausted. So, so tired. He turns the radio up. He opens the window. He announces things like "I just micro-napped." This while we are doing 70 on a five lane freeway.
Then, he starts up with the chanting. Tired, ti-ti-ti-ti-Tiiiiii-red. I have made it perfectly clear that in the unlikely event of our divorce, this will be reason #1.
So yeah, put us in a wagon. I'd sell him to the Sioux without batting an eyelash.
So, anyway, I'll be away from the computer for a few glorious days. Upon my return, I should have enough Travelling Circus stories to keep the blog fresh for the next few months.
Have a wonderful week!