Oregon Trailing -- Day 1

Biscoff Cookies make me happy.

Pure joy in a little red foil. The husband loves me so much that he even let me have one of his on this last flight. I tried to tell him it wasn’t necessary, but that was only after I shoveled the last crumb into my mouth.

In fact, I’m pretty sure my most favorite thing about flying is the almighty Biscoff.

Well, that and my small fascination with horribly gone wrong wardrobe mishaps and malfunctions demonstrated by the folks parading through the airports.

But, dad gum it… I was super slow on my trigger finger yesterday. But I did know I was in the North as soon as I saw this….the sock/sandal combo. Still bumfuzzles me.

So, I’m back in the land of all things flighty. The husband had another business trip, and obligingly let me tag along. I always get giddy on trips like this, because it means sleeping late, eating (and taking pictures of) interesting food, and having an excuse to actually purchase souvenirs. The husband never let s me buy miniature Arkansas spoons or refrigerator magnets, so he humors me when we’re on vaca.

I deposited the rascals at the place of all things fun and Yahtzee (a.k.a. Grammy’s house) on Monday, and Kirk and I left Tuesday morning to head to the airport while all of you people were still snoozing and snoring.

We’re headed to Oregon this time. Yes. Oregon. And apparently Oregon is SO special, they feel as though you need to use the entire day to ponder its magnificence, so they make you zig and zag around the country to get there. So very generous.

I think I have been to Oregon before, but I’m pretty sure that the last time was in the back of an old avocado green or bronze colored station wagon. And my dad used a CB to talk to the other car in our caravan. And I had dog ears (pigtails to you civilized folk). So…..it’s been awhile.

Oregon seems a fun enough of a visitin’ stop on its own, but I’m especially excited because this trip isn’t all about the rascal-escapin’ and makin’ everything about me.

I get to meet this girl.

That’s Cat. And she has been on e of my bloggie besties for awhile now. She and I share a love of PineappleDiet Dr. Pepper, tweeny-bop musicals, and cooking the least amount possible. Kindred.

And not only do I get to meet her, I get to hang out with her. And chat. And slurp PDDPs.

Snort giggling guaranteed.