We are flying to Boston where we will meet my mom,
my dad and my sister-in-law, Traci.
We are headed for a 6 days of joy. 6 days of antiquing, shopping, staying
at bed and breakfasts, reading magazines and sleeping in.
Actually, 2 of the days are flying days so there will be a bit of bad airplane food and leg cramping due to the eensy bit of leg room they allow you on the plane.
But other than that, it is 6 days of fun, frolic and dinner at restaurants.
That last one is enough to send me right over the top.
No cooking for 6 days. I actually enjoy cooking.
But the thought of leisurely pouring over a menu, sipping on an ice tea
and getting to chat through out dinner without any interruptions,
is a little slice of heaven.
Mom is not messing around. She takes her antiques seriously.
She had Dad put a trailer hitch on the back of their SUV.
Because we could be finding some treasures, people.
And we may need that trailer to haul our treasures around in.
Dad is going to drive us. I can guarantee you he will be bringing some
books to read in car as we loiter about in the stores
"ooh-ing" and "ah-ing" over depression glass and
large pieces of distressed pine furniture.
This is a once in a life time kind of trip.
And we are going to enjoy every minute of it and then some.
Hence, the tired supergirl will be flying the coop and not blogging
for a few days.
But I'll be thinking of you as I nibble on tiramisu in The North End,
Boston's Little Italy, for sure.
Really, I will.
Meet you back here in 6 days.