Of impending and trepidation.......

Tomorrow is the big day. I drive the girls to the airport, waive goodbye and hope for the best. Man I really hate these moments. I know it's only going to be a week. I know flying is safer that driving (especially when driving is by the Lovely wife). I know the terrorist threat is no less real today than 20 years ago, but still. It slays me that I mind f*ck myself like this, to a degree I can chuckle at it. How do you ask your wife, did you buy flight insurance? Her, why? Me, well because life will suck either way if you don't come home, but a bankroll will let me quit work and hunt down who took down that plane? I'm sure all will be fine and she'll have a great time enjoying the sun, sisters, and new niece. I need pizza............yeah.....................pizza...off to make a frozen jacks with extra cheese :)