Gettin' the Heck Outta Dodge!

So, we're out of here. Mom-in-law is on kid duty with frequent assists from my mom and the Ty-man's brother and sister-in-law. God bless you all. I must apologize for my absence from reading and commenting the last couple of days. Turns out the twins have a nasty viral throat crud. So, when I'm not hand feeding three children or dosing them with alternating Tylenol and Motrin, I've been slowly losing my shit over the fact that I'm leaving. My sick children. Here. Without me. Ugh. When I get back, all will be well (literally) and I'll be back at your places. Promise.

Anyhoo, we're off to brave Atlanta traffic, airport security, body cavity searches, airplane peanuts, strangers sleeping and slobbering on my shoulder, one lay-over, and amorous honeymooners (a.k.a. mile-high clubbers). I'll be back in the blogverse next Friday. Until then, I've pre-written seven bright, sparkling posts for your reading enjoyment. Or pain.

Until then, enjoy this gem. It was the same dance I did this morning before leaving the house!