Westward Ho!

It's time to pack my bags, drag Ottawacker Jr by the ears, and head off to the west coast for a couple of days, leaving Mrs Ottawacker to pick up the pieces, feed the cats, and do the laundry.

She swore it would be the last time she used the dishwasher (spatially challenged), threatened me with a mountain of laundry on my return (wash-mach challenged), and said she looked forward to a brief period of having control over her life once again and listening to less snoring.

Although I could have sworn she seemed a little less enthusiastic as she dropped us off at the airport...