Happy Dance

The husband's coming to town!  The husband's coming to town!

Again, I will make you, my devoted Cake Eater readers, aware of a very cool tool: Flight Aware.  This is a live flight tracker, and it's the same deal that you get when you have tee vee on your flight and come across a map with your flightpath on it.  It's hooked into air traffic control, so you get the latest information---and you get it from the source, rather than through the airlines, who always seem to be behind the time with the handing out of information.  In case you were wondering, the husband is currently over Iowa, and is about to hit middling Illinois on his way down here.  This might be fun, I would think, for the kiddies, as well as being handy for adults. 

Anyway...the husband's coming to town.  The husband's coming to town.  The husband's going to get a shock of humidity when he walks out the door of the terminal.  The husband's coming to town.  His whiteness is going to get fried today at the beach unless I slather him in 50SPF.  The husband's coming to town.  The husband is bringing my camera with him, so I can finally post that bidet picture devoted Cake Eater commenter, Bob, wants to see.  The husband's coming to town.  He's really looking forward to sitting in the hot tub and smoking a cigar. 

This is one of the very few times when I can say conclusively that today is going to be a FABULOUS day.