Getaway

Casey and I, after a full fifteen months, finally left Kenny for a whole  night.   It’s about time, right?   My parents stayed at our house;  we went to Casey’s company party, then stayed downtown in a nice hotel, slept in (ok, 7AM feels like sleeping in when you share a house with a baby and a weimaraner!), ordered room service and then picked Kenny up at my parent’s church after service.

There was only one thing wrong with the experience:   Kenny obviously didn’t miss us at all.   My parents said that he went to bed perfectly, didn’t cry once and ate breakfast like a champ.   He did seem  super excited to see us, and he give me an extra long hug when I swooped him up, but then it was back to eating his bagel and flirting with the ladies in the church narthex.

This can mean only one thing:

It’s time for Casey and I to go away to Paris for a  weekend.