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Solid Gone

All our bags are packed, we’re ready to go, and I cannot stop singing Leaving on a Jet Plane.

My Ta-da list is empty save for the one thing that can wait until we decide when we will be driving back north.

If you are already in Homer awaiting my arrival with bated breath, you should swing by Faith Lutheran Church tonight and help stroke my brother’s ego. I’m sure he needs it.

You may not hear from me much. I’ve set up auto posting for my photos for the entire two weeks. My mother and B’s mother both have 29k dial-up connections (darn phone lines) and I don’t know how much of that I can withstand.

Who am I kidding: I cannot stay away from you, dear Internet Of My Heart.