labor day
so 8 pm friday night before the long labor day weekend my boss calls up and asks me if i can go to los angeles to help set up for a very important capture session on the 5th and 6th. it's not like i can really say no. we were only planning cub scout stuff, swimming, errands, and other local stuff. no travel. so bright and early saturday morning we've got the sleepy boys packed into the car and we're off to the airport. i've got only a carry on. no toothpaste. pah. stupid security theatre. anywho, i was feeling pretty pissed off about this whole fiasco. not really for me. but for alisa. she's stuck at home with a broken finger and two boys bored from the long summer vacation. yeah, i was feeling pretty sorry for myself about what was being asked of us. until i saw private thomas was on my flight on his way to iraq.