"I'm ready to go..."
Traveling means I sing "Leaving on a Jet Plane" over and over...it's a very charming trait.
Early tomorrow morning we are getting on jet plane, which has become a rare event around here (only once in the last eight years), to travel to Montana. My dad has rented a ranch for this week and my whole immediate family is going. Actually, they are already there. We will be the latecomers tomorrow afternoon.
As I am sure you know far better than I do, flying has changed a holy heck of a lot. So we have each carefully packed our carry-on luggage and quart size bag. I also have some favorite travel items like my luggage tag and super soft blanket (that's ten years old and in great shape after a million washes). My Kindle has too many books loaded and my iPad has magazines and I have alligator socks to wear through security since I'm perpetually a flip-flop girl this time of year.
"Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane. Don't know when I'll be back again..."
Actually, I'll be back next week.
