Tomorrow Caleb and I are leaving for Florida, Orlando to be exact, for the week for his work convention. And despite the fact that we have a 12 hour traveling day tomorrow (yes, that's right, 12 hours to the other side of the country, and YES WE COULD DRIVE TO UTAH IN THAT TIME. I'VE ALREADY THOUGHT OF THAT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH), including a 3 hour layover in Denver (anyone know anything REALLY GREAT to do in the DIA for 3 hours? Hmm? No takers?), (ohmigosh, where was I? Oh yes...) I am really excited. This is one of my favorite trips of the year. It's a bit selfish, but it's true. I love it. I get to spend the entire week sleeping in, lounging by the pool, shopping, and generally not working, and my best friend Abby just so happens to be there as well. Sweet.
And because it's work related, it also happens to be nearly free. It's like a dream or something.
I hate packing for it though. I search through everything I own to find something to wear, and my suitcase ends up being nine thousand pounds. And I don't even own that much clothing. I just spent the last two hours pouring over it, adding this, taking out that, I haven't even cleaned the house yet, and all I really want to do is curl up on the bed and watch Will and Grace re-runs. Is that so much to ask for?
Wish me luck. If Caleb and I make it through the 12 hour day tomorrow, our moral intact, we'll know this is for real.
(Thanks for the puppy advice...I'm still trying to figure this out. Is there any other way?!)
(And will you please check out that posting time?! I am completely insane.)