Up, Up And Awwwaaaaayyyyy.

It's a bird, a plane, no its....

PEANUT!!!!

Yes, that's right.

I'm flying.  We'll we're actually jetting off.  I can't fly though I do a mean backstroke.

The jetsetter that I am is going to Melbourne to say "G'day to the relos" (that last bit is Aussie language).

Mum's got a doctors certificate to say we can go.

I think mum is a little nervous.  Not about flying but about how I'm going to behave.  It is a long flight (approx 25 hours) in uncomfortable seating with all those people.

I, on the other hand, am extremely excited.  All those new sounds and introductions to my family. 

OHHHHH.

I guess for mum's sake I'll behave.  Mmmmm, maybe I wont. 

Oh, I love being unpredictable.  ;-)