Sunday, February 22, 2009
Sekhmet you fucker.
I'm trying to pack to get us to Florida, and you see the help I get. (Yes, of course I packed the knitting first. Doesn't EVERYONE?)
In related news, Goober, you little shit.
As I was packing things up last night - electronics, clothes, toys, medications, computers - I said to the husbeast, "Remember the good old days, when you packed for a trip by grabbing some extra underwear and another tee shirt and jumped in the truck?" to which he replied, "....underwear?"
That's my husbeast.
So, anyway, Florida. Headed there, today, obviously. Five hour drive in a Jeep with a three year old and no other adult as a safety net. I can't begin to describe my excitement. (The Goob, however, is on a tear at the idea of grandma and grandpa.) Bells has told me to take lots of photos, so I shall. Her wish is my command. (Plus, exotic is wherever you aren't, and there are lots of blog readers out there who've never been to Florida.) There appears to be an internet connection down there, and my new, super whammo-dyne computer hooks up to the internet come hell or high water (really, even without me telling it to do so - it's quite amazing), I should be able to blog somewhat normally.
Here goes nothin'.
at 7:19 AM