tank came with us to arizona.
he goes everywhere with us.
he is just a part of the family now, so we always cough up the ridiculous fee to fly him with us.
if it wasn't for those dang x-ray machines at the security check, i would totally try to smuggle tank in our carryon bag.
the airport staff always refer to tank as a 'live animal'.
they say things like, "and you have a live animal with you?"
umm. ya.
he is alive.
well.. he was last time we checked.
such an odd term. live.
i dream of living somewhere sunny one day.
life would feel like a gigantic vacation :)
palm trees, sun burns, driving golf carts in the mcdonalds drive thru.
yep, we did that.
twice!
