Today after work the girls and I are hitting the open road for a weekend at Cumberland Island with Heather Susan behind the wheel of the Griswold family truckster complete with wood paneling. We’ll be staying at the (supposedly haunted) Riverview Inn under our assumed identities to keep the paparazzi at bay.

Among the items in my bag for the road trip I have the following:
- Roaming gnome (can’t have him mad at me again)
- Dry erase marker for writing notes on the car window to other motorists (and socks for erasing)
- iPod with road trip playlist containing truly bad music to be belted out off key
- Lots-o-candy
- Directions (the girls got lost last time they went)
- List of goofy stuff between here and there from Roadside America.com and other fun sites
- THE book
- Marshmallows (you’ll see…)

This also happens to be the weekend of the Rock Shrimp Festival in St. Mary’s, whatever the hell that means. Have I mentioned I love skrimps? No? Imagine that.

The forecast is calling for rain, which dramatically increases the odds of hair brained schemes for entertainment. Please have the name of a bail bond at the ready.

Aside: things said on the phone last night that were not euphemisms: “…but I did touch his dog…” and “hold on, I gotta butter my Eggo first.”

Kissy boo!