From now we’ll be getting ready to blast off.

TC’s not so sure where exactly we’ll be blasting off to, or into. I, however, am much more confident in our final destination.

We also brought along Pop and Pepe for the ride — that’s right … my Pop will have a final resting place in Paris. We’re hoping this scores us some Earthly points with him, since he was always pissed off we never took him to Paris.

As for Pepe, well — the two of them need to be together, so yeah. Two people’s ashes. We count the Pepster as a person.

I’ve just finished my Pre-France ritual — stuffing my face with Chick-Fil-A. I’m not one to mess with tradition. Plus long flights require extensive amount of caloric intake. 30,000 feet up — cancels calories. Oh, what, you didn’t know that?

Amazing to think a mere 12 hours from now … Paris … I think even TC’s finally starting to get excited.

See you on the other side, People. That’d be of the pond. Can I still say that if it’s Paris?

This Taurus is off — you know, gotta get ready for that blast off.