Tuesday, Dec. 28th

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It’s incredibly freakin’ early, and the spud and I are about to leave for the airport. Have I mentioned that we’re going to Maine for 9 days? Suddenly it occurs to me that I haven’t said a thing about it, which is strange because it’s been on the forefront of my mind as I spent most of yesterday rushing around packing and doing laundry and vacuuming like a madwoman (you don’t EVEN want to know how much crap I got off my stairs with the Dyson yesterday morning. Blech. Also, it’s been a year since I got the Dyson, which I still love and adore. Happy first birthday, little Dyson, and thanks for all the cat hair you’ve sucked out of my carpet!) We’re flying Independence Air which, I am told, is about to start bankruptcy proceedings. Loovely. As long as they get my ass there and back first, they can go bankrupt all the live-long day. I had thought that I would bring the laptop with me and do an entry every day, since I’m doing the 31 Days thing and the Holidailies thing, but I just don’t want to drag that freakin’ laptop through the airport, I don’t want to have to deal with my father’s dial-up connection, so I’ve decided I’m going on vacation, and I won’t be messing with any damn computers. ‘Cause I deserve a break today, you know? I’ll be back in Alabama on the 6th, and it’s possible that there might be an entry up the next day, but I wouldn’t count on it. Don’t get worried until the 10th (day after my birthday! Birthday cake! Whee!) has come and gone and I haven’t posted an entry. At that point, you have my full permission to start bugging Fred, but until then, be patient. I’ll be back, with ten thousand pictures, and a bunch of stories, I’m sure. I do have a buttload of cat pictures for you. Let’s see if this puts you in the mood for a nap, huh? (Behave yourselves, and I’ll see you on the flip side!)
“Come give me a kiss, beautiful.” Booger and the ladybug. Doesn’t he have gorgeous eyes? You don’t impress him much. “One day Daddy will let me get the toy…” Talk about your long-suffering look! Clearly, all that yawning wore him out.