It’s my birthday weekend. My wife is whisking me away, an evening flight from John Wayne. We’ll be checked-in our hotel by 11:30. Vegas.
It’s driveable, but this is a quick trip. Gate-to-gate flying takes an hour.
Should I be worried Helaine has packed duct tape?
Stef has moved into the loft to watch Doppler and Roxie.
I look forward to getting away with H. It should be lots of fun. This is what grown-ups do.
(jk on the duct tape)