go on. mock me for using a john denver (or peter paul and mary) song title. i don't care. ha!

you know why? because i am outta here tomorrow morning. yes, it is at the ungodly hour of 4am, but still, i will be off to warmer sunnier places!

everyone seems to be healthy *knocks wood* i have a sore throat, but the kids and hubby are fine. i managed to find all the summer stuff, bathing suits, passports, etc. we are good to go.

hubby? has he packed? funny you should ask. see his caring and wonderful wife has been nagging mentioning for two weeks that she would wash or pick up or find him anything as long as he didn't wait 'til the night before. and lo and behold...what is today? oh, that's right, the night before. and who's suitcase is still empty?

this should be fun. i am feeling like the couple in the movie "the incredibles"

"woman, where is my supersuit?"
"why do you need to know?"

i warned him. lol. why is it that men seem to be lacking the "packing gene?"