I’m off again! Road tripping to this training and getting to see Kelly, who I haven’t seen in THREE YEARS even though we live in the exact same state. It’s supposed to rain tomorrow — thus my icon.

I will be road tripping with Frank who is one of my four favorite co-workers (I only have four co-workers) and the one I am most likely to quote at the dinner table to make Brett laugh. (It’s all in the delivery.) Frank kinda reminds me of Noah only he’s 26 years older and a whole lot taller. It’s not just the default to chicken strips when eating out — although that helps — it’s something else I can’t quite figure out. I just kinda bet Frank was a Noah-ish boy/ Anyway. Road trip.

I like the days off from work to go do work stuff except that it means coming back to more work because pretty much I need every little bit of working time I can get. We have a conference in early May that has us all scurrying around but every time I feel myself starting to panic I look around at my four favorite co-workers and watch ‘em just going with the flow and decide to follow their lead. After all, they’ve been through this all before and apparently last minute is just how these things operate.

So tomorrow’s road trip means that I will miss my husband, which is an especially sad thing seeing as how it’s our 15 year wedding anniversary (19 years together, which I think I should get to count since we moved in with each other RIGHT AWAY but Abby says, “We don’t celebrate harlotry, Dawn! Not in this country!” Crying shame if you ask me). Since Madison was born and came home on April 2nd, we have kind of flaked on celebrating our April Fool’s Day anniversary. We keep saying we’re going to renew our vows since we didn’t have a wedding and some of the family still feels sad about that but then something shiny catches our eye and we wander off and — oops! — then it’s fall and we totally forgot to plan it.

Maybe next year, right?