For the weekend, anyway. She set out around midnight for her marching band trip to Disney World. Apparently, they’ll be playing in a parade there on Sunday. So we supplied her with enough provisions to have made Napoleon’s Retreat from Moscow a walk in the park and loaded her onto a motor coach headed South, along with the rest of the band and a few hardy parent chaperons. They’ll return Monday at about 3 a.m., but they’ve been granted the day off from school, so she’ll have some recovery time. No such luck for Mrs. M and me, though, as we both have to work.
The Spawn took the liberty of sending me an update from the road about an hour ago. For your shopping lists, she informs me that at a convenience store about four hours from her destination, she saw the brother of the legendary Three-Wolf Moon.
Order now — supplies are limited. But only because we live in a finite universe.
Further reports as events warrant.
Professor Mondo 