Looking for my Ruby Slippers

I'm getting ready to put on my ruby slippers and get the heck out of Kansas! Now don't get me wrong or anything, I adore my brother and his familia but my bed is calling my name so loud I hear it across 3 states! The softball size hail we just endure for the past 2 hours is not covered by insurance being that it is 'an act of God' and all. Plus, Kansas smells like a Big ole Pile O Poo! No offense, I've been told it's the cattle feed lots that cause this problem, but a girl has her limits. I'm just sayin'.

So wish me luck as I have a 13 hour drive ahead of me tomorrow with a 6 year old who, bless his heart, just can't stop asking when we will be there. A 5 year old who, no joke, really does have to pee every hour! And a 13 month old who is just desperate to get out of the car seat that is turning the back of her head into dread locks!

Now click your heels 3 times and repeat after me....
There's no place like home!