I literally spent most of today packing. There are no words to explain how much I hate packing. If I was rich, I think the only employee I would hire would be a professional packer. Wow, that last sentence is probably the biggest lie I have ever told. WHO AM I KIDDING? I would hire a chef, personal trainer, maid, butler, make-up artist, dog walker, tv remote channel changer, and someone to tell me I'm pretty every ten seconds. Basically my only job would be to sleep. Which let's face it, that's not much different than my life now.
Last night I randomly realized I didn't know much about the Hudson River Plane Crash. So I zoomed over to Wikipedia (the bane of history majors everywhere) to look it up. Once I read about that I glanced at the listing categories under the article, and found one that listed every airplane incident/crash EVER. I don't know about you, but I can spend hours on wikipedia. And since I'm slightly morbid, I stayed up till 4 a.m. researching the ones that sounded interesting to me. I found it fascinating, but I do not suggest reading those the night before boarding a flight! So that has made me a little uneasy, but I've never been scared in the past so I won't start now.
I have the best friends in the world, and I can't wait to hang out with the people I haven't seen since my wedding. It will be nice that it is not my WEDDING, so I can take it easy. This is so silly and unfounded, but every time I go away without Adam I have two major worries. First, I worry that he won't follow the "no putting food in the microwave without a plate or paper towel" rule that I implemented when we moved in together. Just thinking about him doing that gives me chills. But I really worry that he won't miss me, which is so ridiculous. So I have driven Adam crazy by constantly asking, "Will you miss me? Are you sure? Do you promise you will miss me?" I'm sure he is ready for me to go, just so he won't have to hear it anymore. LOL Does anyone else ever worry like that?
All there is left to say is Tupelo watch out, Brittany is on her way!!
365 days ago (give or take):
At our previous place, we were constantly plagued by police cars and loud, drunken, party going idiots. And not the cute, polo wearing, frat kind, but the ones who have outgrown that stage but refuse to accept their reality. Oh and not to mention that preacher with the megaphone, who was always carrying on about why it didn't matter that Jesus never sported an afro (I'm not even kidding).
I loved this post because it really highlighted how blonde I can be.