Bye Bye Brooklyn
That's it...it's over. We won't be making reference to home as 498 Clinton Street, Brooklyn anymore. It was fun. It was hot. In the end it was well worth the sweat but little Zo's been running a fever for a few days now, and with rain and heat heading this way we decided that it's time to head home...
Zed's caught a cold and found herself teething once again, and with new molars comes fever...that's Zo's thing. That's "how she do." She's a miserable little girl and hasn't slept much for two nights now. A drive would do her good...give her a chance to just sleep and sleep and sleep, and maybe break this fever. So goodbye Brooklyn, you were awfully nice and we'll miss you a lot. We'll see you again soon, in fact, no trip back to New York will ever fall into place without a visit, but now it's time for us to go. Zedder wants to go home...her real home, so we'll pack up and get gone.
There's still some fun to be had before we're back at the beach so as soon as Zed's fever slips away we'll be sure to check in...until then, mahalo and all that. Betz...we owe you another visit, another time.