sailing, sailing

See this little boat?

See this little girl?

See this stupid cat?

See this runty dog?

Look.  He's even waving goodbye ...

What's all this mean?

Liz is going places.  Well, Liz is going to A place.

Long walk, though.

She's leaving "today"  and  entering a dream world?

Nope, not Disney by any stretch of the imagination.

Not Panda Express, either.

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She's headed here...

And here.

And here.

And here!!!

Shoot!  I want to go THERE, too!

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She's not really going on this ...

Instead, she's going on this:

... with the most appropriate name ...

So perfect for her.  For our whole family.

The Pride of America.

Very fitting name.

Like her new home?

'taint no tiny house, that's for sure.

I like the dining room ...  Well, one of them anyway.  There's some spiffier ones, but this is my favorite.

She'll be spending a lot of time in her backyard, I'm guessing ...

Did I mention what she'll be doing?

This ...

      

and doing it here...

Not no more of this ... which makes her a tad sad.

Not really.  

Island paradise trumps Disneyland every time.  Well, I think so, anyway.

So my seafaring daughter is headed off to ...

... the land of enchantment.  the land of King Kamehameha.  the land of milk and honey.  I haven't the slightest notion what the land is called ... let's just call it paradise.

I'll be waving goodbye ...

with a tear in my eye ... and a stupid little flag, apparently.

Thank you Google.

Ahoy, Matey!

It's about to.

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