A tribute to those left behind

As big as the limo promises to be, there are those who just can't participate. Namely, the beast known as Sammy. She is going to miss the dog park and sleeping on the bed for a few weeks. It's for a good cause, dog.

Our goldfish, Jesus, is staying with Pringle Grandma. Thanks, Grandma!

How this all started. (Inquiring minds want to know)

How did this journey start? It started with a dream ... Tom's dream, to be exact. See, he wanted a big ol' tuna boat of a car for family road trips. Some place for the kids to have room to stretch their legs and space to bicker.
So it was off to Ebay, where Tom found a 12-year-old Cadillac limo. A few days later, we were the proud owners of a limo located near Buffalo, N.Y.
We haven't seen it yet. That's part of the fun. We are flying across country to meet our new car. Then it is road trip time!
The plan: Since the car is located near Niagra Falls, we must stop there, of course. There was a consensus that we also had to visit the Baseball Hall of Fame. (Emma and Gillian were the dissenting votes... sorry, girls.) After that, we head west. Come along.