Dumb Idea or the Dumbest Idea I've Ever Had

Not much time to write, as we are in the final throws of packing for our epic Christmas trip and Bataan Death March. The plan is to drive to Las Vegas tomorrow, where we will spend a couple of days with Candy's parents. Then, and here is the part that even I continue to have trouble believing, then we rent a SUV and drive to Wyoming (where my father has a ranch).

To those of you counting, that is 12 hours of driving with two babies who just turned 2 months old. Considering they still tend to need to eat every 2-3 hours, this could be more than mildly painful. I will try and do my best to update as the trip progresses, but if I don't, you can imagine I look somewhat like this brief gallery of dead tired dads. I call the photo at the top, 'Oh God, my back hurts.'

Gentle readers will refrain from noting the not insubstantial tire this poor fellow carries around his middle.

If you don't hear from me soon, send sled dogs with a big barrel of Brandy. Hell, even if you do hear from me, send the booze.