We’re halfway there; stopping
We’re halfway there; stopping in Houston to drop off the kids. C. is wired and refuses to sleep. J. is totally zonked. I’m posting this from a laptop connected to our cell phone, using it as a modem. Really cool. I can’t wait to get going. Is it wrong to be looking forward so much to time away from the kids? Does it make me a bad mommy? No idea, but I do know we’re going to feast like kings.
I ate my first raw oyster in New Orleans when we went last year. I was pretty nervous about it, since I was pregnant and had heard horror stories about hepatitis and other nasties you can get from oysters. It was ok, in a not bad sort of way. I wouldn’t mind eating them again, which I most certainly will if hub has his say.
N.B.: being pregnant in Nawlins stinks. Literally, in the case of Bourbon St., which has a constant air of yuckysmell, but also in the sense that you can’t go out and get loaded, and drunk people are so lame when you’re undergoing enforced sobriety.
With this connection, I can even blog and publish from the car. Bahahaha! Take that, M.S.!