Guess Where I'm Going!

It’s a guessing game!

(As long as you didn‘t read the comments below…)

Here's how it works:

I’ll tell you what I’m packing, and then you guess where I’m going.



Here’s what I’m packing:

  • Shorts
  • 2 pair of good-butt jeans (I bought a few more pair)
  • Sweaters
  • Bathing suit
  • T-shirts
  • Slinky orange silk low-cut blouse
  • Wool socks
  • Fleece everything
  • Heavy broken-in walking shoes
  • Super-sexy kitten-heel pumps that are made for sitting in one place and looking gorgeous while dinner is bought for you
  • Contact lenses and spare glasses
  • Three travel guides with Post-Its and highlights
  • Spreadsheet of dinner times and locations
  • Cell phone
  • Big pens
  • Autograph book

Could be anywhere, right?

Cruise to Alaska...Weekend in Minneapolis...Day hike to the new Georges Perrier’s restaurant at 20,000 ft base camp, La Petite Sherpa, where I‘ll dine with the likes of Richards Gere and Branson...

Keeeeeepppppp gueeeesssssinnnnggggg…..

  • A duffle bag with five cartons of Parmalat Ultra High Temperature milk
  • A suitcase filled with Rice Krispies, granola bars, peanut butter, and honey
  • Cotton underwear
  • Underwire bras
  • Cotton balls
  • Pen lights
  • Moleskin
  • Princess costume
  • Video camera

Oooohhhh, I know! I know!

Could it be a romantic weekend alone for Mr. and Mrs. Halushki?


Keeeeeeepppppppp gueeeeeeeeesssssssiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggg…

Here. Maybe the pharmaceutical roll-call will give you a hint:
  • Benadryl
  • Tylenol
  • Ativan
  • More Ativan
  • Zinc
  • And yet another bottle of Ativan
Nope again? Nuthin’ doin’?

Will the pharm list make more sense when I tell you that I will be flying for the first time in about 10 years? Flying….wwwhhhhhheeeeeeeeee….flying wwwwwwaaaaayyyyyyy up in the air. Whhhhhhhheeeeeeeeee! But only for two hours and some odd minutes. No more. No over big water.

How about when I tell you that I will be flying with my husband, a 4 year old, a 6 year old, my wonderful mother and my lovely mother-in-law?

What’s that?

Bring more Ativan?

Aw come on now…yous guys are bad.

Okay, one more hint…

This trip - complete with dinner rendezvous with Belle, Aurora, and Ms. Ella, and a brunch engagement with a large rodent - will automatically make me the absolutely bestest mommy in the whole wide world and even maybe beyond the world and beyond the Kuiper Belt and Oort Cloud, maybe even into the mid-reaches of the galaxy if not the whole dang universe and beyond for…well...for at least the next seven days, at least.

For seven days, I am golden.

For seven days, I dare anyone to try to challenge the shining glory streaming from my Wonderful Mommy crown…no, wait…


For seven days…seven days…

And then I’m back to handicapping with “no bath“ nights and “Hey, hows about chocolate cake for breakfast?” before my short judges put me in the medals.

You got it?


Yeah…you got it…


What’s that?

Bring more Ativan?

Come on now.

Put on your mouse ears and sing along with me…

It’s a small world after all
It’s a small world after all
It’s a small world after all
It’s a small, small, world!

Did you know they don’t sell alcohol in the Magic Kingdom?

Not even to deaden the ringing echo of ten-thousand animatronic multi-cultural voices?

Naw…it’ll be fine.

It’ll be fun.

The magic on their little faces….

(Ativan won’t blur my vision, right?)

(Just kidding.)

So, we’re off!

Bon Voyage!




P.S. On the suitcase filled with Parmalat and cereal stuff? There's no grocery store near our resort. And no way am I paying $15 every morning for waffles shaped like rodent ears. I don't care if eating $15 waffles would make me poop gold pellets, I'm not paying it.

Other than that...MAGIC!

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