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Just One More Day and Counting

All my bags are packed
and I'm ready to go...

Sunshine on my shoulder
makes me happy

It makes me giggle
sometimes I wiggle
sometimes I even jump for joy

Yep. Just one more day until the big trip to Florida--7 days, 180 people, a 23-hour bus ride one-way with a crick in my neck, and dawn-to-midnight activity. I can't wait.

I've got my suitcase packed. Daughter #2's band uniform is pressed and ready. I even have my book light and Sudoku Champion packed in my new carpet-bag carry on thing. Now all I need is a little snuggly pillow so I don't have to wad up a jacket to shove against the cold bus window at 3:00 in the morning.

Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather
Happy trails to you, until we meet again

Oh, and 10 points to anyone who knows the source for these corny song lyrics.

Comments

Sassy Sundry said…
I'm leaving... on a Greyhound. Don't know if I'll get my brains back again...

Sunshine in my eyes makes me cry...

Haven't a clue, and I think I'm OK with that. Can I have six points?

You poor, poor thing Robyn. I highly recommend drugs.
7:25 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
Jonhn Denver?

Happy trails to you as well enjoy!!! Be safe.
8:15 AM
dive said…
The first three were easy, Robyn; Leaving On A Jet Plane, Sunshine On My Shoulder and It Makes Me Giggle; all by that splendid songwriter and not quite so splendid pilot, the late John Deutchendorf, aka Denver.

The last one … wow … I'll dredge right back to my black and white childhood and make a guess at someone like Roy Rogers.

Enjoy your trip and be sure to tell us ALL about it when you get back.
9:11 AM
Ms Mac said…
Have a great time.

I'm far too young to know any of those lyrics.

;-)
9:42 AM
Scout said…
Sassy, you know the lyrics anyway. You can have six points, although they aren't really good for anything. Tack them onto your week in review post tomorrow.

Rich and Dive, of course it's John Denver. He didn't write the final phrase, but he recorded it at some point before the fateful crash.

Ms Mac, you are indeed too young.
10:56 AM
Gina said…
I knew the John Denver one!

I think you are going to have a great time! Have fun!
12:25 PM
Miz Minka said…
I learned to play guitar to John Denver songs...

Have a GREAT time, Robyn! Can't wait to hear all about this adventure. Bon voyage!
1:19 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
so who gets the 10 pionts - me or divey? you promised Robyn ;(
2:42 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
No idea. Thought you might like this one too.

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile, smile, smile.
What's the use in worrying?
It never was worthwhile,
So pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile, smile, smile.

I do hope, in all sincerity Robyn, that your trip goes well. Have a good time. We want the results here!
2:54 PM
Scout said…
Rich, I believe the points go to you since you got here first, but then as I told Sassy, they don't count for anything anyway. What you do get is the satisfaction of winning.
3:24 PM
Old Knudsen said…
before the fateful crash.

Thank the Lord for mountains.
4:00 PM
DearestDragonfly said…
Wish I could see the carpet-bag carry on thing. Sounds very cool.

Have a fabulous trip! You are going to be blogging from the road, right? Wouldn't want us to go through withdrawal, would you???
6:11 PM
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