Separation Anxiety

See that label on the left? That's what's on the outside of the packing crates containing all our little puppet pals. Yup, I took them to the UPS Store today and bought them all tickets to New York. The little guys are on their way and are scheduled to arrive on Thursday.

I confess that I'm feeling some serious separation anxiety about letting them go, and not only the normal kind you feel when you send your kid off to camp for the first time, though I confess I'm feeling that, too. But most of my anxiety is from thinking about who I should have separated from whom in the packing crates.

For instance, should I have put Cheney and Rumsfeld in the same crate? Probably not. God only knows what mischief they'll get into between now and when I see them on Friday. Condi and Laura Bush are riding together with Cindy Sheehan and her supporters. Are they going to get along? And God help the poor puppets who have to listen to Pat Robertson carry on for the next four days on the road. I did make a point of not packing Scott McClellan with Tony Snow. I'm not sure poor little Scotty could take it, being cooped up with the man who took his job. I think I separated W and his dad. I certainly meant to.

It was hard saying good-bye to them, entrusting them to someone who doesn't love the little scoundrels as much as I do. But. With no guarantees that we could smuggle them in our suitcases on the airplane, I just had to do it.

I hope they remember to call me when they get there to let me know they've arrived safely.