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To Sissie's House we go!


I am headed with the kids to DC for a few days to meet my brother, sis-in-law and kids at my aunt's house. All her neices and nephews call her "Sissie". All her friends call her "Bunni". Long story short, her given name is Harriet Louise. Go figure the nicknames. BUT, she is everybody's favorite aunt, loves to have us come visit, and we always have a grand ole time, and even the great-neices and nephews are thrilled about going.

It feels a little weird packing this morning, because John is at work, not going with us. In my usual Type A style, the bags were all packed last night sitting in the appropriate rooms, just waiting for the morning toothbrushes and combs to be added before they get zipped up. The car is ready, clean and waiting to be filled. Pretty much the only thing not in the van at this point is our butts and the keys. The reason it feels strange is because when John goes with us, he always waits until we are ready to walk out the door to pack "because it only takes him five minutes." Then for the next two hours, he incites panic as we all four run around like chickens with our heads cut off looking for the various and sundry items he absolutely must bring with us. But once we get in the car, he is definitely the life of the party.

Hopefully the kids won't mind me driving though. I am always game for a few extra stops for Starbucks--I won't demand the marathon bladder-hold as John does. Besides, he settles for gas-station java and they don't sell "kid-coffee".

PS--We'll see how desperate I get to blog and what the technology available is at "Sissie's". If I have to wait, I'll see you Thursday night!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Oh Jen,

This sounds like it's going to be such a wonderful treat, I’m sorry John can’t go this time. I know you are all going to have an out - of - this - world time of it at "Sissie's". She sounds like such a beautiful lady - inside out.

You have such an eloquent way of expressing yourself, I feel like I’m right there even though I’m miles and miles away. I’m going to miss your posts but I’ll look forward to hearing from you when you return.

- Debbie Stewart
2/20/2006 10:14 AM
Anonymous said…
P.S. - I'm with you all the way on the ole Starbucks stops!

- Debbie Stewart
2/20/2006 10:32 AM
Rochelle said…
Have a great trip & a nice visit w/ Aunt Bunnie!
2/20/2006 2:01 PM
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