I don’t have anything witty, intelligent or constructive to add here. Just my first attempt at a trip report. The big day is finally here and Sis and I are somewhere above Oregon. I didn’t take a picture of a pet looking sad, because we are currently petless and trying our hardest to stay that way. I considered taking a picture of Hubs as he dropped us off at the airport looking all forlorn as he kissed our savings goodbye, but figured I’d better not push my luck. I have to admit that Sis and I are not looking as good as we have in previous trips, she’s still hot and all and I still have pretty sexy brains, but along with promising our husbands we’d stay out of local casinos, we also promised them we’d stop sneaking off to get Botox and fillers. That’s on account of our last ones going a little wonky, me with one eyebrow that was halfway up my forehead and Sis with a Juvederm mishap that looked like a giant marble on her lower lip. The funny thing about it was we decided to stop going to the cheapo “pop up” Botox party at the neighborhood salon and actually went to a certified plastic surgeon. But, I digress and will save the rest of that story for post. On top of the lack of enhancements, Sis and I are both a few poundages up from where we’d like to be. I don’t get it either...I dieted hard last Monday. That author is right..DIETS DON’T WORK! Anyway, we’re crammed back in steerage, Sis a little bent out of shape that we didn’t splurge for first class; but give me a break...it’s a 2 hour flight. We both totally overpacked which is uncharacteristic of me and completely in character for Sis. I blame the Dirty Mother my Hubs made me for a nightcap...I got sloppy and just started tossing stuff in. I won’t be surprised if I open my suitcase to discover 47 pairs of shoes and no underwear. This trip we are trying something different: we are taking turns being The Director of Fun for each day. Tomorrow is Sis’s day and she’s attempting to keep it a secret, but she’s terrible at that, so I already know she’s taking us to Thunder Down Under...which means we’re probably both pedophiles. We are both grandmothers, after all, young ones, but still, I thought we were aiming to have a little dignity for once. My day to be the Director is Thursday. I have a lot of fun stuff planned, so feel free to check back in. Thanks for reading! Cheers!