Leaving on a Jet Plane

PE and I have packed our bags. We're catching a flight at the ass-crack of dawn tomorrow morning on our way to spend 4th of July weekend with my sister and her husband in New York.

My plan is to spend most of the weekend taking pictures. See, once upon a time (ya know, when dinosaurs roamed the earth?) I perceived myself as an artist. Then I had kids. Yeah, right out the ol' proverbial window that idea went! But, every once in a while, I get a wild hair to soil my artist roots... so to speak. So, if anyone has any ideas what would be cool to photograph out in NYC (mainly Manhattan or Brooklyn), let me know.

But in all honesty, I'm just really looking forward to the weather. It's been, like 150 degrees here every day with no rain for 3 weeks. I understand that in NYC, it's been raining every day and 78. Sounds like a little slice of heaven! No, I won't bring an umbrella. I'll be the idiot walking around with her arms out to her side, face lifted to the sky, trying to catch rain drops like snow flakes on her tongue.

So, I'm off to bed. Actually, FIRST I'm going to scarf down my last few chicken dumplings and then maybe a few bites of Ben and Jerry's Coffee Heath Bar Crunch. THEN, most definitely, I'm going to bed. I need to get up at 3am so I can leave at 4am to catch my 6am flight.