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10 days and counting...

...until Henry and I (and the two dogs) hit the road for Spring Break! Tim's teaching a photo class that week, so we're on our own. Where are we going? What exotic locale have we chosen?

Kansas.

I know. You're overtaken with envy. Try not to hate us too much.

Actually, I'm extremely excited to go on this trip. I get to see my parents, Henry spends time with his grandparents, and I get some freedom to go shopping or to movies or to knit or read while the kiddo's entertained by people who adore him. I adore him too, but I already get to experience his wonder and brilliance 24/7/365. I'll give someone else a chance!

We'll also hit the tourist venues of the Wichita metropolitan area. I hope the weather's nice. We're planning to visit the zoo, the children's museum, and mini-golf, for starters. Anyone else out there have ideas? I'm open to suggestions.

Five glorious days away from work...that's the true joy of vacation. It doesn't really matter WHERE we go.

Now, if we could just figure out a way to wriggle our noses and magically appear at our destination, instead of having to endure an 8+ hour drive. I guess it's the price we pay for paradise.

So J.E.A.L.O.U.S. you are. I can tell...

Comments

Sounds fun to me! Getaways are good for the soul. Have fun!
Anonymous said…
We're also counting the days!
mom

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