With a martini in hand (very dry, very dirty, shaken) and my mind racing, I'm not sure how coherent I'll be. This could be a lesson in the reasons why you shouldn't drink and blog.
We're leaving Thursday for a week in Washington, D.C. I haven't been there since 1978, and I'm looking forward to sharing all my favorites with Pipsqueak and discovering some new things. Why does going away have to be so stressful? I wish it was as simple as marking out the time on the calendar and throwing a few things in a bag. Instead, there's all this planning and preparing: how will we get there, where will we stay, what will we do, who will watch the dog and the fish, are the bills paid, how warm/cold will it be there... don't forget to hold the mail, take the garbage out, pay any bills that are do.
And I hate packing! It's not the act of putting clothes in the bag; it's deciding what to bring. I don't want to need something I don't have, but I don't want a lot of stuff I don't need either.
Portuguese Water Dogs
Pirates are threatening retaliation, the economy is still in the gutter, unemployment is skyrocketing and we're still fighting a war. But what is making headlines today? The president's dog, and whether or not it is a rescue! Come on. Who really cares. It sounds like going to the pound and getting the one that tugged most at their heartstrings was not an option because of their daughter's allergies. Give them a break, people, and let's concentrate on what's really important.
Tomorrow there will be a giant sucking sound as the IRS removes money from our account. I hope they make good use of my money. I was thinking a new kitchen floor and/or lighting. Perhaps I should invite the IRS over to have a look at my ugly yellow linoleum that's starting to crack, take pity on me and return my money. Fat chance!
I'm going to try to blog about my trip while I'm away providing that I can tap into a wireless internet connection. Since I travel with my own private IT guy, who is also the guy I sleep with, chances are good.