And I really don’t have any idea when I’ll be back again.  Here’s what we know:  I’m flying* out to Virginia* tomorrow morning.  They pick me up, we go to Grandma’s house in West Virginia, where there is no air conditioning and the humidity* is about 70 percent.  The hair, it will be large.  At some point Jeff and I will drive back to AZ.  Seriously, we really are going to come back.  Some day.  If we feel like it.  (I’m kidding.  We’ll be back.) 

The rest… well the rest is unplanned*.  It’s a “fly by the seat of your pants” kind of thing.  Jeff has put me in charge of navigating*.  I have compass and a map and it’s my opinion that as long as we head west we’ll eventually make it home.  (Hopefully he’s not a stereotypical boy when it comes to asking for directions, because I do NOT talk to strangers.)

I’m scared shitless of flying/airports* and driving across the country during the summer is a chore.  But this is my third time in three years doing a cross country road trip and I know that it’s going to be an adventure.  This time I won’t have two screaming cats with me, just three cameras, an iPod and a boy that makes me laugh.  I think it will be okay.  If all else fails and this trip is a total nightmare at least Jeffy will be home.

I’ll be sending pictures to the Flickr account to keep the worrying (Hi Mom!) to a minimum, but other than a little cell phone action I will be off the grid.  I can’t wait. 

* Indicates things that make me want to drink a big ass bloody mary every time I think about them.  But did ya see how I glossed over them and stuck to the facts?  Mostly?