cause I'm leaving...
To all of you or anyone.
Complete disclosure: It's actually Thursday morning as I write this with butterflies in my stomach thinking about tomorrow being one day closer to our trip. Thinking that while K and I are 100% packed (and have been since Tuesday) Mr. Kaos is not. It makes me nervous.
Don't get me wrong I know that when it's time to leave he'll be ready to go. He'll be all packed because tonight if he isn't I'll start bringing him things and asking if he wants me to pack them item after item after item until he takes the hint and smiles at me indulgently and packs his suitcase.
But other than the packing of Mr. Kaos and his stuff we're good. We're locked and loaded. We're ready. I bought snacks for traveling, and gum, and K has a brand new magazine with Harry Potter on the front and let me tell you she can't wait to get on the plane to get her little hands on that magazine because I told her she couldn't have it until then...
We had my my brother and Sadimac over for dinner (shredded chicken tacos, fresh salsa and guacamole and what I like to call tidy bowl margaritas... yum thanks for asking) to go over the house stuff, for them to hang with the kitties and to spend a little quality time with them before we go. So the cats are taken care of. The house is taken care of.
Jo has so graciously offered to stop by my blog and water my plants for me so there are no worries there.
And I just want to go. I want to get K and Mr. Kaos and get on the plane and fly away on vacation and tell her the secrets, let her discover the surprises and laugh and laugh. I want to see my parents. I want to see my friend. I want to eat sushi and go to the House of Blues.
But then I want to be home.
