Last week we took a drive up to the lake house.
It was cold...
...very, very cold.
It was gray.
In Florida...it is blue...
...and the prettiest shade of blue green.
Oh my bags are packed...
I'm ready to go...
(I think I feel a song coming on...)
Tomorrow I am going to visit my Dad!
Mr. Flea is reluctantly letting me go.
I will miss you Mr. Flea.
So kiss me and smile for me,
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go.
I'm leaving on a jet plane,
Don't know when I'll be back again.
Oh, Babe...I wanna go!
Remember that song?
Hey, he could come if he wants!
He wants to ski!