So we leave the apartment (and the suitcase-aware kittens) tonight to go to Jen and Brian's house to sleep over. A car is supposed to come pick us up at 10 am Sunday and whisk us to the NYC pier and the fabulous cruise ship therein.

And sometime between 5pm Saturday and noon Sunday a blizzard is coming. Oh, yes. I said blizzard. 12 to 18 inches to be exact. I'm torn between being exasperated that it couldn't wait until we were gone, and loving the idea of seeing the statue of liberty receed into the horizon covered in a fluffy white blanket, and the need to point and laugh at all the people on shore that are NOT on a giant vessel taking us away from all this cold.

I NEED this vacation. Today is Saturday, and I was up at 7:30...again. What is WRONG with me?? I went to bed at 2, people!! Oh! And you'll all be exstatic to know that I'm now allowed to do 30 minutes on the elliptical or exercise bike. Al got a bike for the house. He fears for my life. I'll be able to use the gym on the ship. This is happy news. Really.

So in a few days time I'll be soaking in the sun, and covered in monkeys. yes I said monkeys. Some island excursion that I've been told we're doing. I dig monkeys, so I'm way stoked about it. If anyone knows how to teach a monkey how to post pix onto this fercockeda thing, call me, I need to learn how to post pix...um, and then I'll teach the monkey. Yeah.

Until then, cross your fingers and pray we don't get hit by a wave. I'm no Shelley Winters you know.