The Cat Says It All

In case you're wondering how I feel after driving from Illinois to Oklahoma with a panting dog on my lap, unpacking the car in the rain, staring at the mountain of laundry and other chores that have to be done after a week away, almost ready to drink a glass of wine the size of a human head and only THEN realizing that we left Opie's car at the airport (he flew in for the family visit a few days later).

I think Princeton P. Kitty's face sums it up best:

Who thinks I'm still having the wine and we're going to the airport tomorrow?