One More Day

Tomorrow morning, we should be on our way.

And here’s my promise to you, friend reader: I will try to blog as we adventure along whenever I can, that is, if it’s a blog-worthy event. When I can’t, rest assured that I will be taking copious notes and photographs of interesting note-worthy and photo-worthy activities which, when I can, I will share with you. Did you get that? What I mean, friend reader, is that if I write about our adventure after the fact, well, that’s just how it’ll be. I will write about the trip, though.

I am tired this morning.

I just am.

There’s a lot going on…the boring things in trip prep…like stopping the mail, paying the bills, scheduling balance transfers, talking with the cat sitter, getting the dogs their kennel cough vaccines, and making sure all the clothes you want to take are clean.

And then there are the not so boring things…like getting all the food packaged and packed, running down the check list for anything missed, last minute grocery shopping and…oh yeah….learning to use the Go Girl…

I have successfully mastered the art of peeing through a Go Girl! I am so proud!

The trick? You can’t grip the thing like you think you’re supposed to. You are not a boy, and the Go Girl is not a….well…it’s not a boy-thingy. (I’m trying to keep my blog at a G rating, so bear with me, please. I’m sure you all know that when I say ‘boy-thingy,’ I’m referring to a penis. )

If you treat the Go Girl as a nice little piddle-helper and are all dainty and girlie with it, you’ll do just fine. If you try to manhandle your Go Girl, you’re going to run into a situation. I’m glad that I practiced over the toilet. And yes, I manhandled at first. That is how I learned to do it right.

I gotta say, it is rather amusing to watch your tinkle coming out of the spout. Maybe, when I become a pro, I’ll try and write my name.