Hub, the kids, and my MIL are flying out to California tomorrow: the San Francisco area. I could have gone, too, but I opted for that trip to see my brother, and BlogHer, instead. I hope they have a great time. They’re taking the good car to the airport, so I probably won’t be leaving the house much.

If the little neighbor gal goes into labor while her husband is at work, I hope she can climb up into our old van. Or, if the van won’t start, the 4-wheel-drive pickup. If all vehicles and Father Time fail, I did make a good grade in “childbirth” when I got my School and Community Health endorsement back in the seventies not all that long ago.

I’ll have the house to myself for a few days, and that hasn’t happened for many years. Knowing they’ll all be back, I’m kind of looking forward to the alone time.

Actually, I won’t be alone. I’ve got my three kittie-girls for company. You know how people make jokes about women going to the public restroom in groups? These three kittie-girls use their litterbox together. It would be adorably cute if not for the poop.

While they’re gone, I think I’ll do a little painting, lawnwork, laundry, carpet-steaming, and general cleaning-out of cabinets goof off and surf the ‘net pretty much 24/7.

Is anybody free for lunch?