I'm sorry, but you don't suit

Three years ago when I applied for farm chicks that was my reply. So last year I wanted to go to see why I didn't suit, but the fates intervened and I didn't get there. I rationalized that by remembering just how much I hated that drive when son #2 went to Eastern. So this year we were really going, until two weeks ago. Now we are still doing a road trip, just longer and in another direction. Our baby girl has wanted to move back to Las Vegas for the last year so she kept track of transfers and snagged the first one available. She starts work Wednesday. So tomorrow morning she flies out at dawn to start work in the afternoon. It gives her just enough time to get her new apartment keys, rent a car and stop at the store. Honey and I get to load her stuff in her truck and hopefully hit the road tomorrow after dinner. I've been lifting weights. She has so much stuff. It is hard to see her go on one hand, because it has been so nice having her home the last couple of years, but letting go is what it's all about. She spent six of the last eight years in Vegas. She graduated from UNLV and stayed to work after until the economy bottomed and she lost her job. So for her it is like going home. Most of her college friends are still there and several are moving back in the next few weeks. After all it's only a couple of hours away by plane. Not to far, but I will miss her company. So honey and I are road tripping. We are antique shopping our way to Vegas. While we are road tripping the shop will be closed. We'll reopen Tuesday, June 6th..