leavin' on a jet plane

I'm heading north to brave the snow, jello, and fake sweet voices of Utah for this babycakes and her crazy-awesome family. But not without a bit of trepidation. There have been mentions of duct tape and scissors and her devil-may-care five year-old frightens me a bit. Good thing he's so stinking adorable, just like the rest of her offspring. And the babycakes herself, well, having known me since I was a wee freshman in high school, she has a tale or two to tell on me...hence, why I keep her around as my bestie. That and the fact that we often share the same irreverent, hell-raising, punkish attitude. I almost feel bad for her daughter's class (we are helping at their Halloween party) and their church ward (their Halloween shindig is tomorrow night). Almost.