I have no idea where this picture came from...
its been in my picture files for a long time.
I didn't take it and I don't claim it.
And I don't have permission.
I'd say "Sue me" but someone probably would.
I just like it so much!
I am so excited!
I know that I told you that we are expecting a grand daughter
"Olivia"
on March 6th.
That's only two days away!
Woot!
Bear and Squeaky and my X have all
united to talk me into coming up for the event...
and once more to surprise Boo and Saucy...
who think that I am not going to be able to come up.
I wonder how many times this surprise thing will work?
Eventually someone is going to think that I will show up...
and then I won't.
Wow.
That will be a bummer.
Well, we will worry about that then.
I asked the man.
No, I do not HAVE to ask the man.
Its simply polite to consider his feelings.
Especially since it will require his assistance
to get me to the bus station and then home again when I return.
It also affects our budget.
The point is...
I'm going to go!
I will get to meet Olivia with the rest of my brood.
=:]
I am not exactly looking forward to the bus trip.
But I am looking forward to the adventure!
I am thinking that I will spend two nights.
Squeaky will come and stay with me in the cabin.
We will have a good visit that way.
Of course there is a part of me that does not want to leave
the man behind.
Who will feed him and take care of him?
Okay... he does know how to do those things for himself.
Goodness knows he did it long enough before me.
But you know...
its nice to think that maybe he won't enjoy not having me
around to take care of him.
Rather than think that he will be jumping around
in his whitey tighties playing air guitar as soon
as I head out the door.
The excitement builds as I type.
I can't wait to see my kids...
and I am so glad that I will be there for
Olivia's birth.
I haven't missed one yet...
and I don't want to!
I will take pictures.
I will have a great time.
And I will still miss the man.
But then...
I suspect that coming home will be extra nice too.
.