We leave tomorrow. It's after midnight, so I can say that. The kids are packed. I am packed-ish. I have gotten voicemails from MIL (you know, since she doesn't have my email address ... even though I've had the same email for a decade - myfirstname@OURLASTNAME) talking about what to pack, how *I* should look in order to make a good impression, you know, the usual.
I'm not even dignifying her with a response. I did, however, buy a large bottle of gin. How's that for an impression, you crazy old bat?
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