Tomorrow

Tomorrow (cue scary "Pyschoesque" music), more commonly known as "Wednesday," I leave for London. I'm still not anymore comfortable or prepared for this adventure. Trying to pack four months worth of clothes, shoes, "unmentionables," etc. into 2 suitcases has been an interesting experience.

Exhibit A:



Exhibit B:



Exhibit C:



Me really tired after trying to pack, taking a mental health nap.

On my last night at home, my grandparents came over and made taco pizza (as I explained to Krista, it's taco and pizza, the best of both worlds). For visual aids,

My grumpa:



He's like a teddy bear! I heart him!

My gramma:



Note the label on her shirt that says "Well Used," that was me.

The taco pizza was de-li-cious, two thumbs way up. I made hormel chili dip and ate some homemade salsa. Then we played DVD Trivial Pursuit Pop Culture Edition, my team, Team "A" for ass-kickers, won (no surprise there). I am a fountain of useless and random information. Go me! Then we ate mini-eclairs (yummy! I had four) and I did so more packing. Mom, Krista, and I watched the Lifetime movie "Fat Like Me" and shut up, there's nothing wrong with Lifetime. It's educational and useful in those common occassions when my future husband learns that he is gay or fakes his death and leaves me and the kids with nothing, the bastard. It was a decent movie and we had fun hanging out in my room.

Exhibit A (or D, depending on if we're continuing from above):



Me and Mom, she's going to kill me for posting this.

Exhibit B/E:



Me and my Maddie. I asked my mom to show Maddie a picture of me every once and a while so she doesn't forget me. Is that weird? Not that I care . . .

Alert: Yesterday, I had my first cultural miscue and I haven't even left the US yet.

Krista was telling me about British money, pounds and pence and what-not. She said that they no longer made single pound notes, that they just used coins. My response?

"There's no paper money in the UK?"

Yes, I said it. Now, hopefully, I can move forward, a more mature, knowledgeable individual . . .



Or not. You decide.

So the next time I post, I will be IN London. I can't believe it. I don't know how I'm going to do this, but I know I need to.

'Til the next time.