My Bags Are Packed

I've packed my bags.

I've printed the boarding passes.

My passport is ready.

Grandpa and Grandma are here and are now well-versed in the ways of the Madsen boys.  Very capable, very wonderful.  (Will they still speak to us after this?)

By this time tomorrow night I'll be halfway to the Bahamas.  (Don't feel too bad for me.)

I'm outtee.