We made it to Baton Rouge in a couple of hundred miles, using only half a tank of gas. Yay for us! On the way down we saw no less than 5 signs advertising for Joan Rivers at Lake Charles; too bad we have to miss that gem of a show.

We got a bottle of bourbon almost as soon as we showed up so it should be a lovely weekend. The whole weekend should be more about showing off the baby more than talking about our welfare; it seems people could give a shit how we are doing since the baby was born; we are just host entities. I imagine the Victoria trip in August will be about the same. Such is life; serves us right for breeding, I guess.