Stepping back a bit

We're in the last few hours of our trip to Richmond, Virginia to see my brother and his wife, test my allergies with their cat and apparently see how relaxed a person who hasn't had a work-free vacation in three years can relax with a days-long migraine (note to the wise: Chardonnay with an Excedrin Migraine chaser is the key). No, really, it has been quite nice.

Despite all the stress of traveling (and why, pray tell, must there be stress with traveling?), we are having fun trips to the hotel pool, science museum and pancake house. And we're all together, which feels like time that's even more precious these days.

I'll spill the stories later (and oh, kittens, there are stories). But while we're sneezing through our last day, please do stop by CityMama today for a trip of a different kind back through the 80s. While CityMama's on a much-needed break, there's an 80s fest being guest blogged and I get the honor of kicking it off today. As my sister-in-law says, "Cut on the music!" (preferably a little Thompson Twins and OMD) and tune into my post about essential club gear for the late 80s platform dancer grrrl.

Happy travels to that decade for you and for now, happy southern pancaking for us.