Finally

Whew! I have finally decided upon our first trip out of JFK. I know you're all waiting, holding your breath, wondering which hour-long flight I will take after driving two hours to the airport and checking in at least an hour early. Don't do the driving math, please. It may make me cry. Fuck, I just did enough of it in my head to be bothered. Anyway, we're going to Boston!! I've only been there once and I absolutely hated it, but, eh, it'll be better this time. I picked Boston because it has the most public transportation options available. After booking the flight, I decided to check the taxi rates in Boston. Unfortunately it also includes a time estimate. The 45 minute public transportation route that seemed pretty good gets clocked in as a 14 minute taxi ride at around the same price as bus and whatever other fare for 3 people. So, basically, I could've gone wherever the hell I wanted. *sigh*

(On a completely unrelated side note, our dog will only come onto the sofa after being invited-- while we're home, anyway-- which is good. Except now for some strange reason you have to pat the sofa with your left hand, patting it with the right one will produce only stares and cocked ears.)

Uh, where was I? Oh yeah, Boston. Duck tours were recommended by several different people in several different places, and they start at a science museum, so that's the plan. Tourist ride in an on-road, bright fucking yellow boat. But Ian will have fun. I hope. Let's just hope he doesn't have to take a shit that day. Anyone have any suggestions about how to get him to stop describing his bowel movements in vivid detail?