Poor Toto...

I leave for Kansas on Wednesday. I can't wait to see Jason. It's been almost 3 weeks but it feels longer. The flight is short (thank GOD) especially since I can't take my "flying medicine"... the lovely little pill that allows me to actually get to the airport, get on the plane and not hyperventilate and freak out the poor person who has to sit next to me. However, the reason I can't take the medicine is because we're trying to start a family, so when the plane takes off I'll try to think about baby names and nursery decorations. In the meantime, Samson (the only baby we currently have) has seen the suitcase come out and is less than happy. Poor thing. He hates it when I pull out a suitcase. And he misses Jason. The tone in my voice must change when I'm on the phone with Jason because Sam will paw at me until I put Jason on speaker phone. Jason, GOD love him, then talks to Sam and Sam rolls around on the phone. It's actually pretty funny...sad, but funny. I'm looking forward to spending some real time in Overland Park. When we went to Kansas the first time (my first time) we spent more time driving to Nebraska for a football game...which we watched in the rain (don't ask...I think I was a very good sport about the whole thing). We also drove past lots of corn fields. They're not called Cornhuskers for nothin'. The campus was beautiful, even in the rain. Jason said he's made big plans for the weekend and a surprise on Friday. I'm excited. I love surprises...OK...good surprises...planned surprises. (Bad surprises would include waking up with a pimple, realizing TIVO didn't record some important reality TV show and stepping on the scale to find you've gained two pounds) Jason's not very good at keeping secrets or keeping surprises a surprise (and that's putting it mildly), so every conversation starts with "Guess what we're doing on Friday?" Honey, I'm not guessing.