Good King Winsceslaus, our however you spell it...

The Jetta is packed, the doors are locked and the diapers are drying on the line. Lazlo and I are just waiting around trying to think of ways to stay awake until it's time to leave for the airport. We're leaving tonight, God willing, on a 12:30 flight to Atlanta, where we'll catch another flight to Austin that will get in at 9:30 am. So techically we're leaving tomorrow. The 23rd is a blackout day for buddy passes, so we have to fly on the very cusp of Christmas Eve. Not how I'd imagined spending the holidays, but oh well. Hopefully we'll make it on the flight and not have to sit around until the next one leaves at 6 am. And of course worse case is we get stuck in Atlanta. Merry Christmas. At least Wren will be asleep for the first flight.

Poor poor Ramona is using her super-sense to detect that we're leaving. She knows as soon as someone gets the first suitcase out of the closet. She's just a jittery mess for days. Every time I walk to the mailbox she stands at the door whimpering, as though she thinks, "This is it, she's just going to keep walking." We've lined up various friends to feed and walk her while we're gone (THANK YOU ALL!) but we're still missing a day. Ramona is going to be one hungry pee-filled dog on the 27th. If anyone would like to volunteer just give us a call.

Well it's time to wake up the baby and hit the road. I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas.