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Boy I would love to tell you all about my long weekend.

About how Jake stayed wide awake for 350 miles without complaining once and sleeping the other 75 last Tuesday night on the drive up to Erie, and how I got to see my grandma and she was doing quite well, despite being the oldest person I know. Oh, and I could tell you about how Jake met his cousin Payton and we went to the zoo and we all left the brats with my mom and went to Waldemeer and breathed in that cottoncandyapple motoroilfunnelcake hotdogpiss smell near the midway and heard that hernk-hernk-hernk sound that you know all about if you've ever been there and rode the (amazing, btw. Totally worth the wait for the front seat) new roller coaster and about I got legitimately scared on the Whacky Shack because they added something new for the first time in thirty years and that something new involves a loud noise and bright light and a severed head and I nearly peed my pants crying and laughing at the whole overstimulatiness of it.

But I just don't feel like typing all that much. My brain is still on vacation and I have lots of catching up to do at work because my FY08 stuff is all over the place and my 09 stuff needs a new home and I'm determined that this year, this year will be the one where I shine at my job and my desk will be clean and my files will be filed. I love to resolute, but the truth is that I still have a pile of 07 paperwork to organize.

So there is the short version of the first 24 hours of my trip. I'll spare you the long version with the promise that I'll sign back in shortly to give you deets about days two through four.