Costa Rica or Bust

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The Adventure Begins

It's 4:30 am, and I'm having my coffee. This is a good thing, though it follows the usual "night before" of going to bed late and waking up every 30 minutes to be sure I didn't oversleep. The limo arrives at 5:45 and thus our vacation will officially start.

Every family has their traditions for vacations. Ours usually involve angst of some sort...when will Kate actually begin packing? (She was early this time because she started yesterday afternoon--before she went downtown and hanging out with her friends and came home at 10:04 pm.) Who will get into the limo first and sit in the most inconvenient spot so that everyone has to crawl over her? (Hint: It's NOT Mike.) Which of the cats will disappear into the exact middle under our bed as we are trying to remove them from the bedroom? (Peanut is too fat and lazy, so it will be one of the girl cats, certainly.)

More later--need the coffee to kick in so my eyes don't feel like they will fall out of my head, and then a shower.

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