Busy, busy, day.
Suitcases half packed. Waiting.
Anxious hearts hoping.
Dear Homestead Air Base,
Thank you for letting me know I would need a police report prior to showing up in your office for an ID card. Having to go and get one after waiting forty-five minutes would have completely messed up my schedule.
P.S. Yes, that was sarcasm. P.S.S. Sargent ______, You were sweet. Working on machines as slow as yours would drive me bananas. Considering my husband has done your job-I don’t know how he hasn’t gone bananas. You are awesome. Your machines are not.
Dear Children,
I love you. Seeing your enthusiasm for all things life has in store warms my heart. It is also exhausting. I love each and every second, even though I may not always show it.
P.S. SLUSHIES!
That is why we went to Sonic. No, I don’t know why anyone would want beer or wine when they can have a slushy, but apparently putting the word “beach” in your name has something to do with it.
Dear Me,
You checked off everything on your to do list. Your bags are light enough. No, you’ve not forgotten anything…At least I don’t think you did. Getting your kids to take pictures of you in your “outfits” is pointless. They’re boys. They rather take pictures of boogers.
Dear Amtrak,
I’ve never taken a train in the summer. I hope your cabins are nice and cold and I hope even more no one forgets their deodorant.
Dear Sister,
Please don’t be late. Your nephews can’t wait to see you. I may need a drink when I see you. I’m pretty sure I would have had some wine. Bring me more.
Dear Husband,
My fingers are crossed. Are yours?
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