Sometimes I don't post because I'm too busy at work. Sometimes because I'm too tired at the end of the day with chores and the daily routine. And sometimes it's because I'm not near a computer.
Thursday night I had to work late. Very late. Big project.
While I was at work, Daddy was tasked with providing me an empty suitcase (not an easy feat in our house). The result of that activity was this:
No worries, I didn't actually pack my son into a suitcase. Instead, he went to the Air and Space Museum with Daddy.
(above photos courtesy of Daddy)
I, however, was dealing with a different airplane. The kind you ride on to far off, tropical places. Unfortunately, this particular tropical locale was having a bout of winter. Possibly the only winter weekend for the whole year and I got lucky enough to be there for it. I painted my toes and packed my bathing suit, but both were for naught. Too cold for bare feet or swimming.
Despite the weather, we trekked to the beach anyway.
Long, long ago I used to beg my parents to take me in the ice cream parlor on the first floor of the Pink Don. I am happy to report that the ice cream parlor is still there, and the ice cream is delicious!
Anyways, I didn't get to see Billy all weekend, but Daddy reports that he is still alive, so that's good. Right?