Saturday, November 17, 2007

Upon Leaving My Home

Troy: I think that your dad and I will do the majority of the driving and you'll hop back and forth between the two vehicles.

Me: Really? I kinda thought I'd be driving the Santa Fe and you and my dad would take turns driving the moving van.

Troy: But you'll get annoyed with all the meowing and the panting.

Me: Well, I'm going to start out driving the Santa Fe. That's for sure.

Troy: Ok. Why?

Me: Because, initially there will be a whole lot of tears. We're talking floodgates. No one should have to see that.

Troy: Are you going to get in an accident?

Me: I'll let you know.


  1. Please don't get in an accident. Please?

  2. Please drive'll all be okay. Just the saddest thing you'll have to do, but it'll be okay...

  3. Think of how sad it will be for me and little Garrett who will still be here that day. He actually won't get it, but I will. Maybe I will just refuse to get on the plane the next day and you will have to come back.