Dear Kid,
Things. Are. Serious.
Fortunately, I have time to Prepare.
Unfortunately, there may not be enough time in the universe to adequately prepare.
I’m being kidnapped.
That’s not the problem. That’s the good part.
In a few weekends, Dad is taking me away for the weekend.
Note to burglars: There will still be people and vicious puppy in the house. Don’t bother.
He hasn’t told me where we’re going. I’m hoping Aruba, but I doubt it.
Dad’s agreed to tell me what to pack (dressy dinner Saturday night) so that’s not a real problem.
But last night, Dad dropped the proverbial bombshell. “No computers.”
‘Scuze me, What?
“We are not taking computers with us when we go. You have time to prepare.”
Phone?
“You may take your phone.”
Books?
“Absolutely. Of course.”
But no Laptop.
“Correct. No computers.”
You’re sure?
“Yep.”
I’m really excited about our trip. I’m a little excited about not having my laptop (no, sweet laptop, I’m going to miss you terribly).
It won’t take up much space.
“No. Computers.”
Stay tuned.
