On the 12th Day of Christmas my travel log gave to me:

12 hour layovers

11 dollar coffee

10 nasal swabbings

9 flights delaying

8 lanes a-merging

7 dollars per gallon

6 damaged presents

5 SCREAM-ING KIIIIDDDDSSSS

4 shuttle changes

3 canceled dinners

2 missing shoes

And a drunk uncle in Q-A-NONNNNNNNNNNNN

Happy Hanukkah. Merry Christmas. Happy Kwanzaa. Merry Festivus. We're airing our grievances and wishing you the best in 2023. Thanks for joining us this year!

#emptynest #fulltank

We didn't have Kentucky on the map for our travels this time around, but after an elated call from Ellie we found out she made the cut for her traveling volleyball squad. She was going to be in Louisville while we were in Texas. Not exactly next door, but it DID merge nicely with our curiosity and wanderlust... so we struck out for The Bluegrass State.

Upon arriving in Louisville, we weren't exactly greeted with open arms, anywhere. Thank God a listener turned us on to Covington, though!

Our first few episodes dropped and we also had a guest appearance on LeeAnn Kreischer's Wife of the Party podcast. That show introduced us to LeeAnn's fans but one applauding voice was louder than all the others.

Bert F***ing Stewart from Covington, Kentucky. Buckle up, kids. Consider the Kentucky/Ohio border officially on your relocation radar.