Vacation starts in 45 minutes! One of my coworkers who already left for the day called in a few minutes ago to warn us that the roads are getting really slick and traffic is already a mess. Yikes!
Tomorrow morning we’re loading up Mom and Catdog’s stuff and U-Haulin’ it 9+ hours NE to their new digs in Vermont. D is driving the truck with Catdog as a passenger and I’m following in his car with Mom and a tranquilized Squeee. I sincerely hope she sleeps through the whole trip, because driving that distance in the snow for the first time in several years is not going to be fun with a pissed off cat yowling behind my seat for hours.
So I guess technically vacation doesn’t start until sometime next week after we’ve gotten enough of their things unpacked to make it comfortable. But I don’t care. I’ll take what I can get!
I’d say I’ll trip-blog but who am I to make promises? That never works out.
