Will and I are heading back to Chicagoland for SlackMom's annual Russian Christmas Party. Which looks a little something like this:
The leftovers. I was too busy shoving pierogi down my gullet to get a photo the night before. Explanation of what everything is here.
Of course, we have a trip to LAX and a four-and-a-half plane ride ahead of us. Will has his travel traditions here. I must admit that the SlackParents would always show me where they kept their Important Legal Documents before they'd take any long car trip. It's not like they thought I'd sell the house for Magic Beans (I was moronically responsible) but I would probably empty out the liquor cabinet in record time (I liked to think of myself as theoretically 21.)
However, they never would talk about their last wishes before they flew anywhere. Why? Because until two years ago, they never flew anywhere together. Because if the plane crashed, we'd be orphans.
I finally explained that we'd rather be orphans than make two trips to the airport.
(Do you see why I don't want to have kids now? I'm terrible. It's genetic.)
Our trip was almost thwarted when younger slackbrother j. - Daisy's babysitter - called to say he had booked a gig that would have him on set for 12+ hours on Thursday. Thursday, the day we we set to leave early in the morning. Which meant Daisy would be in her crate for up to 15 hours.
Not acceptable.
Since Daisy is like our child, we weren't comfortable calling some random dogsitter to pinch-walk. Thankfully, My Favorite Neighbor - the same one fixed our busted pipe at 11:52pm on December 23rd and saved Christmas - is stepping in to walk and hang with Daisy all day.
Which means he's saved Christmas. Again. One more time and they're going to name a Christmas after him.
If you're in the Glen Ellyn area, I'm going to be meeting some of my high school brethren up at Shannon's Irish Pub at 8:30ish on Friday, January 9th. Please feel free to stop by if you're not creepy and weird. (But if you're creepy and weird but will pay for drinks, that's okay.)
However, they never would talk about their last wishes before they flew anywhere. Why? Because until two years ago, they never flew anywhere together. Because if the plane crashed, we'd be orphans.
I finally explained that we'd rather be orphans than make two trips to the airport.
(Do you see why I don't want to have kids now? I'm terrible. It's genetic.)
Our trip was almost thwarted when younger slackbrother j. - Daisy's babysitter - called to say he had booked a gig that would have him on set for 12+ hours on Thursday. Thursday, the day we we set to leave early in the morning. Which meant Daisy would be in her crate for up to 15 hours.
Not acceptable.
Since Daisy is like our child, we weren't comfortable calling some random dogsitter to pinch-walk. Thankfully, My Favorite Neighbor - the same one fixed our busted pipe at 11:52pm on December 23rd and saved Christmas - is stepping in to walk and hang with Daisy all day.
Which means he's saved Christmas. Again. One more time and they're going to name a Christmas after him.
If you're in the Glen Ellyn area, I'm going to be meeting some of my high school brethren up at Shannon's Irish Pub at 8:30ish on Friday, January 9th. Please feel free to stop by if you're not creepy and weird. (But if you're creepy and weird but will pay for drinks, that's okay.)
