It’s been a big week around here. And we’re entering a big weekend with lots of partying because my man is turning the big 2-4 on Monday.

Here’s what we’ll be up to (in case you care):
Saturday: Dinner at McNeills. Sea of yorkshire pudding.
Sunday: Dinner with Muirheads. Um, ham and cake.
Monday: (the big day) breakfast of eggs benedict and gift opening (squeal! I can’t wait!)

And next week, we’re heading out to Montreal (another squeal!). Our flight leaves Calgary at 1 AM Tuesday morning so I have a feeling that our first day there is going to be a little rough especially for me. Imagine a person who, as a child, begged her mommy to let her take a nap at 4pm daily only to be denied, yes imagine that child all grown up and getting on a plane at 1 AM only to get off at 5:30ish AM (or 7:30ish AM in Montreal) and make it through the day without being grouchy or a zombie. If you’re thinking what I’m thinking than you are thinking, impossible. And, I’m so sorry for Conor. Or you’re thinking that I’m setting myself up for failure.

Please cross your fingers, toes, arms and legs for us! Send us all your luck! I need a green card. And fortunately I think Heavenly Father knows I need one too. Still, prayers are welcome!