I'm back. From Branson and Andy Williams, that is. I know--I realize I never said when we were going, but then again, I didn't want to tip off my Internet stalkers that we'd be out of town. It's so hard to find a good bodyguard these days.
Anyway, there is much to tell: a surprise guest on our trip, observations on people who go to Branson (other than me, that is), sickness (it wouldn't be a family trip unless someone was sick), altercations with rednecks, adventures on the road, etc.
I have a crazy work week for clients ahead, plus I start working at the ski school tomorrow AND I'm volunteering at the World Cup Ski Races this week (so I can get a free ski coat, lest you think I'm doing it out of the goodness of my heart). So I'm a little frenzied. As usual.
I'll try to be back soon.