Tuesday, March 29, 2011


I'm packing tonight for an imminent trip to New York.

To be frank, I don't like the process of packing. For one thing, I always wait until the last minute to put everything together, because I'm a lazy slacker. For another, I'm constantly beset by the awful feeling that I'll leave behind something absolutely crucial to the trip. (I know, it's not like I'm going to Antarctica. If I leave it behind, New York will probably have it for sale somewhere. Probably at Duane Reade, in fact. But I still hate being forced to buy something I already own, just because I was a bonehead and forgot to bring it.)

So while I'm running around randomly scooping up stuff I think I'll need and mentally beating down the nagging feeling that I've forgotten The Big Important Thing, there's a very small knock at the front door.

What the? Who's visiting at this hour?

But I answer the door anyway. And what to my wondering eyes should appear?

Legoman! (He's hard to see in this picture, but trust me, there he is on my doormat.)

Turns out he wants to go to New York with me. I've got a little bit of carry-on space left in my purse, so away he goes.


Dori said...

I know I very rarely say anything (the perils of google reader) but I wanted to tell you that I'm so very much enjoying the Unseen series! You're a gifted woman, Soozcat!

And how can you not take Legoman? Standing there all alone and small on the mat. Bless his little heart. He can come down here and play--loads of his kind around these parts! Of course, you can come play too! :)

Soozcat said...

He was fun to take along. I need to make sure he updates his blog...