Once again, we took the bridge to nowhere
to take Ernest to the airport
for an extended Thanksgiving break.
I feel so much safer with those suicide barriers in place.
Usually, the traditional burger is devoured upon the return trip.
This time it was different.
"Then I won't have to eat an airport lunch," he said.
He's become much more gracious about the now obligatory "Bye, Mom" picture.
Thanks, sweetie. It means the world to me.
Enjoy Boston and New York and hug your darling from me.
By the way, this is post #1300. Wow.