Well, it looks as if Rudolpha's all packed for our upcoming vacation, even though I keep telling that crazy bitch we're not flying anywhere, but going on a ten-day road trip, instead.
"To hell with that," sniffed my snobby amphibian friend. "I only fly first class, and I only drink champagne and eat caviar. Plus, I'm a member of the mile high club."
How the hell someone is supposed to make sweet glorious love to a disembodied frog head attached to a green plastic straw is beyond me, but far be it from me to argue with Rudolpha. She'd only snap at me with her mouth, and that actually can hurt, particularly if she directs her snapping at my man boobs. Ouch!
So yes, Corb, myself, and Ashes and Theo are headed off soon down the East Coast. We'll visit DC, North Carolina, Georgia, and ultimately end up in Orlando, in a probably futile attempt to see the Harry Potter exhibit. I'll let you know how things end up, and when they let Rudolpha on any of the rides.
Today, Corb's at home overseeing the kids with their packing chores. How far he'll get is beyond me, but he seems to have a plan and a direction, so I'm sure that everything will be all set by the time I get home from work tonight. Right? Right...
More posts to come...really looking forward to heading off, and I'm hoping to capture Rudolpha in as many insane poses as possible. Let me know if you have any suggestions...this girl's up for ANYTHING!
Also, any suggestions on what I will need to be aware of as I take this road trip? We're taking Corb's car, and I don't want anything to go wrong with our transportation on the way. Josie's fiance, Andrew, is taking a look at it and giving it an oil and filter change tonight...anything else I need to think of?