We’re DEFINITELY leaving tomorrow instead of yesterday. We’re flying rather than driving because my back has been out all week and, while I’m always happy to martyr myself for my children even if it means driving for 12 hours or so with my spine all twisty and burning with the fire of a gazillion suns (you hear that, kids?), our health insurance might refuse to pay up if I did something that stupid.
Excuse me. Hillary’s on the phone. Nope. Obama this time. Ye gods, I’m glad tomorrow is the PA primary. The candidates and their minions have been stalking us relentlessly for weeks. They keep inviting us to EVENTS and stuff. Yesterday both Hillary and Bill called twice, and Michelle Obama called AND she had someone leave a flyer in our door. I wish the candidates would just go pick on Rhode Island or something… they could put all the Rhode Islanders in a stadium (they might fill it) or maybe just invite them to a bar with a large dance floor and talk them all to death in one fell swoop. Harassing Rhode Islanders would be much more satisfying, cheaper, and far less work than haranguing Pennsylvanians. That’s my proposal for election reform – Go Pick on Rhode Island. Or Something.
Anyway, Son Two will be accompanying Daughter and me on our trip to the Windy City tomorrow. He’s almost 20 and I haven’t seen him this excited about anything since he was three years old. If I hear “Can I have a window seat? Can I?, Can I?” one more time, I’m going to put him in the timeout chair and take away his toys.
I’m afraid at least some of that excitement has to do with his love of urban exploration. Seems he has a contact out there that can get him into an old abandoned factory – just what I want him doing in a strange city in a strange state 750 miles from home. I don’t know where the hospitals are or where the police stations are in case I have to post bail – and you’d better believe I’d bail him out – our airline tickets are nonrefundable. If he gets caught they can handcuff him to me, I’ll escort him to PA and put him on a Greyhound bus headed back to the clink in Chicago, but I will NOT eat his airfare.
I plan to talk him out of visiting all but the most touristy places. I’ll bribe him with food.
Wow. Visits to New York and Chicago within just a few short weeks…for someone who’s worked from an office off the kitchen for 17 years and not done much traveling since BK (before kids), I’m starting to feel verrrrry cosmopolitan.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch we have a showing tomorrow. Yes,Dear and Son One are in charge of making sure the house is up to par before they leave for work (yes, Son One is now gainfully employed. Hurrah!).
This should be good.
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The other daughter says:
May 17, 2008 at 7:36 pm (UTC -5)
Ahem. It may have taken me awhile to find this leetle post, but I DID! “Go pick on Rhode Island”?! HEY!
I really don’t even have a better defense than that. That’s my defense: “hey!”
Maybe it doesn’t help my case to tell you this, but I will anyway: when Obama was coming to RI to campaign, they had a hard time finding a venue large enough to fit him and all his supporters in. Why? ‘Cause there are only three places in the state big enough to fit, and they were all taken: one with a boat show, another some manner of concert, and the other with a flower show.
Pathetic, eh?