Phoenix was a lot of fun. The temps were just thinking about becoming hellishly hot, and the weather was pretty darn perfect while we were there. And they have NO MOSQUITOES! Jackson wants to live there.
Of course, he wanted to live in Colorado the year we went there. And New Mexico every time we go there. And... However, he's actually been offered a job in Phoenix. That's always a plus. Unfortunately, although it pays well, it doesn't pay enough for me to quit working and become a faineant, feckless artist. Or even just a kept woman. So we shan't be moving anytime soon. (Probably not for ten years, eleven months, and eleventy-ish days.)
This was Katie's first trip on an airplane. She white-knuckled the arm rest a time or two, but over all she thought it was great. While we rode the shuttle between the airport and the rental car terminal in Phoenix, she was curious about the large, heavily padded golf bags standing up across the aisle from us. She asked what they were.
I told her they were cases for transporting dead bodies. That's how you get back home if you die somewhere else and they have to ship your mortal remains back to Hoboken or wherever. She was shocked, but seemed to believe me - for about thirty seconds. Then we turned a sharp corner and the bag in front teetered slightly, and fell over into the aisle.
"Ohhhh. That's gonna leak...."
She hit me.