her, and I told them that I needed to talk to the spud and make sure she wanted to go. "Like she won’t want to!" we exclaimed at each other. I bet you can see where this is going. "Spud," I said bright and early the next morning, "There’s a possibility you could go to Maine for a week after christmas. Do you want to?" She thought about it for 20 seconds and said "No." Ironic, isn’t it, that the only thing we didn’t consider ended up being the thing that put a wrench in the works? Come to find out, she’s a bit scared of flying by herself, even though there will be a nice flight attendant to bring her from plane to plane. At least this way I won’t have to worry about the flight attendant forgetting about the spud and her ending up in Paris. But I’m betting by week 2 of christmas vacation, the spud will be desperately wishing she had gone to Maine. I can almost guarantee it. ]]>