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I'm Going Solo Next Weekend, Sort Of

So Mandyland was supposed to come with me to LaCrosse next weekend but now she can't. Seems I'll be finding out really quick if I can handle the baby and the Dictator by myself at the hotel for three nights. The days don't worry me, I'll be with friends and some family most of the time. I probably won't sleep well during the night though because the husband won't be there. Don't get me wrong, I can take care of myself but I don't do well without the husband or someone, almost anyone, else there. I'll stay up 'til my eyes can't take it anymore and just nap with the girls during the day.

I'm not really sure what I'm doing while I'm there. It's one of those trips that I like. Nothing set in stone and just going with the flow. Obviously there are people I have to see while I'm down there like my cousin Kari (hey girl!) and Kathy, who I used to work with and babysit her boys (who are in HIGH SCHOOL now). It goes without saying (even though I'm saying it heh) that I'll be seeing G, Z-man and the rest of her family.

I'm getting the hairs colored, maybe cut a teeny more. I'm really digging the short look. I'll probably grow it out long one more time ( look at me talking like I'm gonna drop in a few years so I best get that pony growing 'fore I become dearly departed. Sheesh) For sure I need to get my tattoo touched up (it's a little uneven at the top) then get the boy's name in ink arching above the cross. I'll get the girls' names next time I'm in town.

Sleeping, visiting and tats. Sounds like a good trip to me. Ooh maybe I can get someone to watch the girls and I'll get to go out for a couple drinks with G. That would be fun. That may be wishful thinking too.

Eh, we can drink a few at her house.
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