Plans Gone Awry

I should be humming New York, New York, a la Liza Minnelli right now.

I should be packing my new suitcase.

The Offspring should be eating rubbish at Nana & Poppa's.

We should be setting the alarm, preparing to rise early and head to the airport.

But no.

I'm not doing any of those things.

Someone has placed a curse upon our trip.

We will not be leaving Podunk to head to The Big City. Plans have gone awry and the trip will have to be rescheduled.

Rescheduled for sometime in the fall. When school is in session. And I'm teaching.

Boo, to whomever is bewitching our travel plans! Boo to you.

As if cursing our NYC trip weren't enough, we won't even be granted a simple weekend at home, sans Offspring.

Oh, no.

This vexing soul has caused my parents' pipes to burst. Their house flooded and will have to be re-plumbed.

Someone really doesn't want me and The Mr. to have some time to ourselves.

Again, I say, Boo!

Instead of packing I'll be having a glass of wine.

Maybe enjoying a cookie. Or two.

And I have a message for the caster of this dastardly spell.

Watch out.

My Ninjas are on the hunt...

And forget about me sharing a cookie with the likes of you.