Brett's gonig to Chicago for two weeks next Monday.
I'm trying not to imagine firey plane crashes, terrorist attacks in downtown Chicago, mono-rail explosions, but I can't help it.
We'll blame it on the hormones, although I didn't have this puppy in me last time he left, and it was a nightmarish disaster.
I'm planning on no sleep and loooong days followed by nights where I actually have to take care of the kids and make dinner. Darn it.
But more importantly I'm just going to miss the wrinkly old man (he's pushin' 30, ya know). And I'm going to worry about him. After all, eating out for every meal, having a king size bed all to oneself, driving luxury sedans, and visiting exotic cities is never good for the health. (Yes, Chicago is an exotic city to some of us.)
So just a pre-pre warning: don't visit the blog for a few weeks. It's gonna be nothin' but a boo-hoo pity party. I miss Brett and he's not even gone!! Haha!