So we leave tomorrow. My dad got some killer free tickets with his gazillion airline miles, but they entail a 12 hour day. I’ll take a 12 hour day to save a thousand dollars anytime. I probably would have taken it to save $1.50. I’m that cheap.

We leave tomorrow and I’m packing now. In between packing I’m alerting old friends and family of the situation. And this is why I thank the Lord above for myspace. Seriously. I’m pretty sure that Jesus didn’t invent myspace, but I’m glad he didn’t smite it out of existence. Here’s why:

Me: I don’t want to have to call people.
Me: Contact them through myspace.
Me: Great idea. But isn’t that tacky?
Me: No. Do it. DO IT.

So I’ve been able to track down my mom’s oldest friend from olden times, as well as a lot of the people we’ve known and gone to church with over the years. This is important. I don’t know why it’s important, but I know it’s important. One of the reasons I’ve gone out of my way to have a childish and undignified myspace account, is so that I have tabs on old friends. One girl on my friends list is the little girl I used to babysit when I was in junior high. Her mom was one of my mom’s closer friends over the past few years. You all know Chuck from my comments, right? His wife is my friend Amy, who was the daughter of my pastor in high school, and who was the first to go see my sister and my mom yesterday.

So we go to Texas knowing that we have friends and help. This is comforting. Here’s my message to my friends from Texas:

I might call you to watch my kids.

Here’s my message to my bloggy friends:

I’d call you, too, if I knew you in real life. You’ve barely escaped my children. Thank your lucky stars.

There are other things to say as well. But we’re not there yet. Just know that my daughter Ava is telling people wildly inappropriate and awkward silence-inducing things about why we’re going to Texas. I can only imagine how many people she’ll be shocking over the next few days.

In the meantime, thanks sosososososososossosososososo much for your well-wishes and what-not. They mean a lot to me. I’m sure that I’ll have more to say soon, but I should be packing.