Fat Cat Tuesday 2008

It's Super Tuesday and I don't care
It's Super Tuesday and I don't care
It's Super Tuesday And I Don'T CARE
The massa's gone away....

Basically, my semi-informed political opinion is: We're all screwed/gonna die/giant ants are eating my head!

I'll ask my left brain what it thinks when it get's back from school.
(class list: Oral Penmanship 301, Underwater Basket Weaving, and Vegan Biology

On to other matters.

We've pretty much decided on the date we are picking up and hauling a** back to good ole Virginie: March 26! We aren't going to set that in stone just yet, but we're pretty sure. Now I have to do some quick planning and see if we can't spend Easter weekend having a last bit of fun in the EU instead of just scrambling around with packing and and other papercut inducing activities. I think Spain is standing out as a possibility. My only solid requirement is that it be something I haven't done before. Of course, it's dangerous to write it down in case it doesn't work out.

I need to get on to some companies about shipping. Course it's hard to get a good quote when you're not sure how much you're trying to send yet. I'll chase the man around with a hurley tonight, get him to make some decisions.

My mom retired this weekend. I feel wierd about it, so imagine how she must feel. The woman has been a workaholic my whole life. Something of an identity crisis lurking there - can you have an identity crisis for another person? Must be something like when people go on those makeover shows and come back to their stunned (and weeping) friends and family. Don't get me wrong, I'm very pleased she's retiring and will hopefully get to do all the things she wants to. It's just hard to grasp the reality of it.

K, I'm gonna go find some shippers and itineraries.