Into the woods

Tomorrow I am taking a road trip with my two, favorite brown-eyed boys: The human and the fur-ball. We are going to a cabin with my friends. We are bringing golf clubs, so I don't think this will be all that rustic.

I love road trips with my boys. Punky and I get a chance to catch up and make up songs. Imagine a Wisconsin tourism song to the tune of "Welcome to the Jungle" from GNR. "Welcome to Wisconsin, we've got cows and cheese..." Precious moments are those.

Puppy curls up in the back seat and doesn't make a sound. No barking, no whining. He's just happy to be going somewhere new, with new smells to smell. Even if it is the vet. They have treats there.

I'm excited to catch up with my friends. They have a one-year-old and a three-month-old baby bump (I told you: The world is pregnant.). I'm also excited to catch up with myself. I'm in the mood to reinvent myself. I want to take myself more seriously and ignore those who don't follow my lead.

It's just too bad reinvention can't include getting taller.