Washington State, here we come. Trying to not think about tomorrow’s appalling travel and think about what awaits us on the other end of the flight.
I get to try to make a fresh-picked-berry pie again! I get to tickle my adorable nieces’ tummies [look at that sweet TUMMY, below, owned by my sweetheart niece Livvy] and play soccer with my awesome nephew! I get to celebrate little Iris’s 2nd birthday! And the five cousins get to run wild in the sprinkler while I kick back with my excellent brother and sis-in-love! And the Mater’s coming too! It will be one insane household, but full of love.
Keep you posted with groovy pictures, mostly taken by my brother, who somehow managed to become a kick-ass doctor AND a fab photographer. When I get there, he’ll break it to me that he just got a book deal too. It’s okay, Joe. I can take it.
Peace out, my little (berry pie) homeslices. Pray for nice planes and sober pilots that like staying up in the air!
P.S. Housesitters and dog walkers and savage beasts and neighbors have been trained to kill on sight if you try to make off with the portable dishwasher or the broken DVD player, FYI. Behave.
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