I had a 6:15 AM flight to Minnesota Friday morning. Rocky rolled over at 5:35, looked at the clock and said, what time is your flight? We live 20 minutes from the airport...
|If only this had armholes like a snuggie, I'd be in blogging business.|
|For the record, I did not order the Johnson.|
|The heaviest wedding gift in the history of wedding gifts.|
I raced to the mall so Anne and I could procure a present for the bride. It was practical, thoughtful, and required a small forklift to deliver.
|Sold Out Jill and Mike!|
|Note the strangers up ahead.|
|Ground Control to Major Bennett|
|Yeah, the sun was bright, but it was HOT!|
While an extra day home with Major Bennett, and an evening with Tim, Kenny, Faith, and the Brentwood Marching Band were pretty darn good excuses for an abbreviated trip, I can't help but feel a wee bit (or a lot bit) guilty for not stretching my trip back into a longer vacation. That's why the Bennett-Allison show will be doing an extended tour this September. So, my adoring Minnesota fan base, fear not, we'll be back in your neck of the woods just in time for the mosquitoes to start dissipating, green lakes to appear, and sadly, just after everything on a stick season. Minnesota misses me, and I miss it. Back where I come from!