My last blog post from Virginia. Woot! Living here has taught me that I am a Pacific Northwestern kind of girl, and that's all I'm going to say about that (but, good job on the public schools, VA-you win that one!). I would love to say that my bags (all 18 of them) are packed and by the front door, but this isn't some fairy tale in which our heroine isn't a procrastinator. Speaking of procrastinating, as I was on my knees finally cleaning out the freezer a few mornings ago, Olivia wandered in, looking every bit like the Native American name Mitch dubbed her: Raisedbywolves. It was the first day of summer break.
"What's for breakfast? Where's Daddy?"
"Daddy is at work already, can you get yourself some cereal?"
She glares at me. "Do you think it's fair that Daddy has to go to work when you're on summer vacation?"
Later, I asked her and Grace what exactly they thought I did all day. After a long pause, in which I could see they were giving it some serious thought:
"You take breaks."
"You shop for shoes!"
"You go on Facebook."
At this point, Mitch (who was home from slaving away at his job working for the man) was doubled over with laughter.
"Really girls? You think all I do all day is shop for shoes, go on Facebook, and take breaks?"
"Well, I did see you put some stickers on stuff," concedes Raisedbywolves.
In less than two days, five of us will be on a plane bound for the good Washington while Mitch stays behind to deal with the packout and get the dog to the kennel. He will meet up with us in Spokane for the farewell tour. On that note, it's time for my break, so I'll see you on the flipside. Peace out!