Tomorrow, Top Gun is flying off into the wild blue yonder to Canada eh and leaving the two of us hens? no...tabby cats? nope...bitches? nuh uh...We'll stick to the human species...gals to fend for ourselves. We'll be holding down the fort while Top Gun is off gallivanting around another country for a whole entire week! Ok, so maybe it is for work, but what kind of lame excuse is that? I'm thinking road trip! (On a funnier side note, I just noticed he put his sweat pants on backwards! Harharhar!)
Where shall we go? A spa? I'm not so sure Baby Girl would go for a pedicure or full body massage just yet, and if we actually go anywhere I want to see something big. Grand Canyon? Yep, that's purty dadgum big, but I'm not sure how Baby Girl would feel about 8-9 hours in a carseat, either. Mexico? No, I don't think I like that idea...at least not without Top Gun...or just a gun, at least. Quick all-inclusive getaway to Hawaii? Oooh, Mommy likey...That's probably not in the budget. We'll figure something out.
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