You can't make me get back in that truck!

Ok, maybe my mom can... Only two more days of freedom until the trip to Florida... Why couldn't my mom's relatives be sensible and all live in the same city? Better yet, why couldn't the colleges my sister wants to look at all be in that city? And while we're on the subject of non-existand ideal locations... Why couldn't this place combine everyone I knew in Shreveport along with everyone from LeTourneau and all the random people that I wish I'd kept track of over the years... all within easy walking distance of other worlds. *sighs* and no green and silver trucks with incredibly small back seats allowed!

Tomorrow will be spent in the company of Mr. Mulliner. (no, I haven't finished that book yet) Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy omnibus with six books is going to Florida along with the tablecloth project. Operation Dad's birthday present is going wonderfully. It helps that he's oblivious. I can work on it practically in front of him (actually just behind his back) and he has no idea. Now if I could only get it done in two days...