OK, maybe not a jet plane, but a plane nonetheless.
Tomorrow morning, bright and early I’m saying goodbye to my sweetie pies and I’m going on a quick jaunt to Austin, TX. I may well be the only blogger not going for SXSW or the only person in Texas who is going to miss Amalah and Jen’s big brunch extravaganza. But maybe I’ll see her at the airport or something and that’ll be cool.
I’m really going to see my friend installed as the new rabbi of her congregation. But secretly I’m going so I can sleep two whole nights in a bed all by myself with no one poking me or someone else calling to me from another room because, horror of all horrors, there’s no more water in their sippy cup. I might actually miss having a plastic projectile hurled at my head. Yeah. No.
Of course karma being karma, my next door neighbor is bound to be a snorer, and I might have to resort to crank calling him (or her, let’s not be sexist here) to wake them up so I can sleep a little. (But maybe having to clean vomit chunks out of my cleavage and having it stain one of my three maternity shirts is penance enough for this heinous act of mine. Leaving my husband and daughter home alone to fend for themselves for THREE. WHOLE. DAYS. Let’s hope.)
I am crazy, and I don’t have to carry a bag filled with sippy cups and noiseless toys, so I’m bringing my trusty laptop with me. So fear not my friends, I’ll be posting throughout this fantastic weekend away. (And I promise to post about any amalah or DGM sightings at the airport.)