Take Off

Ten and I are about to leave for the airport. I hear you wondering (neat trick for a deafie, no?), is this someplace exotic, fun, exciting replete with art, cats, cannoli and hot tubs? Well sorta, kinda, it depends on your imagination, I suppose.

We're headed to Pennsylvania to see Vati. It's another wham/bam/thank you ma'am visit and, sadly, Coco has refused join us.

Me: But, but, but Daddy really wants to meet you!
That rotten cat: GET real! You know that I've got a hot date with Umlaut tonight. We're gonna hiss at each other through the window for an hour. FUN! Can't wait! So... no can do, chicky. 

*sigh* Next time I'll remember to check her calendar before I buy the tickets.