Who has time to fix their hair when they have to get to the airport first thing in the morning?
The goodbye was very short. We woke up, drove to the airport, checked in, and then Kevin, Catie, and Mom walked into the terminal. I admit there were a few tears.
Come back soon.
...by the way, has anyone seen Oreo? He's not in my apartment this morning. I did notice something wiggling around in Catie's bag this morning...
You don't think she....would she?
Kevin and Catie drew some pictures of me last night during dinner. Apparently their vision of me is of a machete wielding garbage picker-upper who only smiles in the pictures that I hang of myself in my apartment.
On a side note, Oreo looks pretty unhappy that the treats are on top of the refrigerator. Maybe that's why he ran away to Florida?