Well, tomorrow’s the big day. The moving truck arrives. We say goodbye to all of our wordly possessions, and we’re off. Johnny’s driving our car across the country. And I’m getting on a plane with our baby girl and our cat. I’m insane. But it’s the only way. And if I’m not insane, there’s a 95% chance I will have become insane by the end of the flight. Pray they both sleep. And that they keep everything inside their diapers/cages for the six-hour trip.
Wish us luck! I feel like I’ve said that a lot lately, but starting tomorrow we’re really gonna need it.