Leaving…on a jet plane…

Tomorrow at o’dark thirty I’m leaving my house for three days. I get to get on a plane. Alone. I get to hang with girlfriends. Sans children. I get to laugh and drink and learn and be silly and have a great time. By myself.

After today, I deserve it.

And, because I really know how to have a great time, my reading material for the flight is: The Explosive Child by Ross Greene and Daily Life in the United States 1920-1940 (how people lived through the Great Depression). I really need to get some airplane trash reading.