In two weeks I will be back home. Where I am right now. Well, not exactly where I am right now. Right now I am in a coffee shop waiting for The Princess to finish with her volleyball clinic. But in two weeks I will be back in Pennsylvania.
You see, in a week from this coming Saturday I will be winging my way to sunny Arizona. At least it had better be sunny, or else the eldest daughter and I will be having discussions. About how she guaranteed me that there would be sunshine when I came to visit her.
And I will not be happy roaming around in the desert in the rain. Some how the two seem to be mutally exclusive. Desert. Rain. And since we are going to the Arizona RenFaire, which is held out in the desert, you can’t have rain. Because to get into the spirit of things with a desert RenFaire you have to believe that you are in the Holy land with the Crusaders. And it doesn’t rain in the desert.
Well, it does, but you get where I am coming from.