thelibra

Ok. So at exactly this time next week, I will be making my descent into Frankfurt International Airport.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't know any other way to describe how I'm feeling, other than the slough of exclamation points I just posted. I really just want to shout from the rooftops, although I really don't know what I'd be shouting. Maybe I'd just start singing "La La" by Ashlee Simpson.

Anyway. All lodging and air travels are confirmed up the yinyang, the only thing left to do in that respect is check-in for the flight from my computer, which I can't do until 24 hours beforehand. I ♥ Delta for eliminating check-in lines. My itinerary [the sheet of paper I give to my family and some friends with all relative info on it] is finished, I just need to print it out and distribute it accordingly. The trip is registered with the State Department, so if [God forbid] something happens while we're over there, they'll know our whereabouts and what have you.

I was thinking about all the stuff I need to do before I leave, though. Holy hell. It's daunting.

The directionally-challenged-but-only-on-the-way-to-my-house RxQueen and I had a fun night of girly chatter, Office Space, brownies and WestSoy Chai. It could have begun earlier, but we won't go there. Hahaha. It's like I said before, the third time's a charm. You'll make it here in one shot soon.

Um...wow, it's late and I have this fruitcake from Michigan and Watson coming over to protect me from said Midwestern fruitcake later today, plus a slough of other things to do.

Goodnight, kids