Leaving on a jet plane . . .

but I know when I'll be back again. Wednesday afternoon. My flight out leaves at the ass crack of dawn on Friday.

Then I'll sit for a couple hours at DTW before my flight to S.C. I thought maybe I'd get a manicure during that time, but the rip-off "spa" there charges $30 for a simple manicure!! WTF? They need to get an Asian-run manicure place in there; sure the hygiene is a bit iffy and no one speaks English, but for $10-12 you get what you pay for. I've gotten a $30 manicure and $45 pedicure before and to be honest it wasn't any better than the cheap storefront places. The only difference was better music in the salon and the manicurist spoke English. The speaking English thing is not always a benefit. Sometimes you just want to veg out while they work on your hands/feet and you can do that if there's a language barrier. (Just to be clear: I always tip the manicurists well no matter the salon, language barrier or no. That's a crummy job and they deserve the tip.)

I went back and forth about checking a bag or not. I booked my flight early enough that I am not subject to the checked bag fee ($15). The sex toys were the deciding factor. If I put them in a checked bag, I don't have to be there if the security dudes pull them out for examination. Lame-ass reason to check a bag, but it works for me. Plus I'm taking more clothes than I could possibly need. I'm even packing a dress - a dress! - in case we go someplace nice-ish. I like to be prepared for anything.

Looks like I won't be doing any blogging from S.C. as Spousehole has taken off every day I am going to be down there. I thought he was going to go to work one day and I would be free to explore the area on my own (he has a van and his motorcyle there so we'd each have our own vehicle). But no, I learned tonight that he's taking off both Monday and Tuesday, in addition to the half-day on Friday. To be honest, he could probably go back to work on Friday after picking me up at the airport - I'll need some sleep anyway. After all, my alarm is set for 3:30 a.m. and I don't sleep well on planes. Happy, happy; Joy, joy.

So if y'all don't hear from me for nearly a week, don't fret. I'm okay, just enjoying some S.C. sunshine (i.e., heat and humidity) and some time with Spousehole. For those who have my cell #, text me - keep me amused, 'k?

P.S. Keep your fingers crossed for some hot monkey love!! I told Spousehole that I expect this to be a conjugal visit and he didn't say no . . . hence the sex toys in the checked bag. And the tube of lube is over 3 oz and therefore forbidden in the carry-on. ;-)

I leave you with a song I like to amuse you in the meantime. It's from Theory of a Deadman (TOAD), or as I like to call them NickJr (short for Nickelback Junior - they sound just like Nickelback and were "discovered" by Chad Kroeger):

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