Yesterday, Mike was told after lunch that they (his work) needs him to go to Mexico, then China and finally Japan. He leaves Tuesday and comes back in about 2 weeks. OK, it sucks that he'll be working his a$$ off and that he'll have about 48 hours in airtime alone but I'm still a little envious. I'm remembering when it was me flying off (literally). OK, so the pic is just a distant memory. I'm writing this as the boy is crying and hanging on me. He just woke up grumpy and nothing that me or the girl does seems to work to make him stop. I don't think he even knows why he's crying. It's just gonna be one of those days.
