First off, we now have 55 new baby phis in the house, and they are adorable. I literally cannot wait to meet them. Aly: time to begin the little hunt! My little-little better be spectacular. No pressure.
I leave for Florence in less than 24 hours. Right now I am sitting on my bed making last minute iTunes purchases (bought the Mean Girls and Clueless bundle pack! So much bang for my buck!) while my parents go through all of my abroad paperwork and lecture me. This is just a sampling of the advice and the comments I’ve had to deal with from my mother, who in all other areas is relatively sane and very smart:
“If there’s no seat in front of you, how are you going to watch TV?” (in reference to our plane seats being the first row of our section.)
“If you don’t think Europe is scary, maybe I should make you watch Taken before you go.”
“Don’t exchange American dollars for Euros on the street from a random person”
“You’re not going to take this pajama shirt? It’s nice because it’s short sleeves but a little warmer than your other ones” (KK mom. Perfect for that in between weather? I think I’ll survive)
“You’re not bringing a towel with you? What if theres a mistake when you get there and there are none and you want to shower before you go to the store?”
I promise she’s not insane in real life.
I don't know why this is so appetizing to me, but it is and I cannot contain my excitement.
My bags are packed, and that process was relatively pain-free. Everything I had laid out fit well and was under 50lb in each suitcase so that was cause for celebration. I secretly love airplanes and flying, so I’m really excited for this. I can sleep on anything that moves so I treasure long flights and I’m obsessed with airplane food. Something about individually packaged meals makes me salivate.
So now we’re at the end of my pre-departure rambling posts. The next post will be from Firenze where you can keep up with things that are actually exciting and not snapshots from my mundane pre-departure existence. See you there!
On an unrelated note: The company that owns Hostess, Wonderbread, Drake’s, and Little Debbie’s declared bankruptcy. This saddened me since when I was little, picky, and obnoxious my diet consisted solely of PB&J made on wonderbread and Hostess chocolate cupcakes (oh and pudding. lot’s and lot’s of pudding). Even though we haven’t purchased ANY products from these companies since like 2000 when white-refined flours and trans fats were banished from our house, we ran out and stocked up on Hostess snacks like no one’s business. mmm mmm good. I forgot how delicious sugary, edible, food-like products can taste.
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