Thelma and Louise We Are Not

A few hours from now I'll be heading out on a road trip with a few girl friends, leaving my older son, younger son, and daughter (plus one) in the care of the Cantor. I'm not sure who is going to be happier as we drive away--me and the ladies watching laundry and dishes fade from view in the rearview mirror or the kids with no moms to bark out household tasks for the next two days.

So where do sophisticated and erudite Lutheran homeschooling moms such as ourselves go to let off a little steam?

To the seminary, of course!

It was Elephant's Child's idea. She was tired of hearing me whine ad nauseum, "I've never been to Fort Wayne, I've never been to Fort Wayne, I've never been to Fort Wayne . . . . " and finally said "Enough already! Let's just go!" (She is clearly just the kind of carpe diem, grab the bull by the horns sort of friend my old fuddy-duddy self needs.

So tonight Boots on the Ground and I will drive down to the jungle to meet up with Mrs. Child, whence we'll depart early in the morning for The Fort. Along the way we'll meet up for coffee with Big Doofus and Miss Sniz. And while in Indiana we'll get to see her and her and her and who knows who else? Because the Fort is of course crawling with Lutherans.

In addition to a tour of the seminary, there will be coffee and conversation and food and knitting (a spectator sport for me) and a trip to the bookstore. And oh yes, chocolate, and perhaps a little vino, and on Sunday morning, worship.

This is all to say I doubt you'll hear from me until Monday. Have a great weekend!