Packed
I think I'm packed. Tomorrow night, simbubba and I are off for a week in Mexico. Last time I checked, the trip was two months away. Now suddenly it's tomorrow. How did that happen? Everything on the list is either in my bag or not allowed on airplanes, but the lack of attention I've paid to preparations leaves me feeling that I must have forgotten something.
Once upon a time, a man named me_n_mr_t told me that the best three pieces of advice he could give me for a happy life were to never get married, never have kids, and leave the country at least once a year. I may have caught him at a bad time.
Anyway, taking this trip was a tough call. You know those angels and devils that are supposed to sit on peoples' shoulders and duke it out? Mine are named Responsibility Girl and Adventure Girl, and they went five or six brutal, bloody rounds on this one. Let me tell you, those girls fight dirty.
Don't tell that stuffy old broad on my right shoulder, but I'm really glad Adventure Girl won.
Once upon a time, a man named me_n_mr_t told me that the best three pieces of advice he could give me for a happy life were to never get married, never have kids, and leave the country at least once a year. I may have caught him at a bad time.
Anyway, taking this trip was a tough call. You know those angels and devils that are supposed to sit on peoples' shoulders and duke it out? Mine are named Responsibility Girl and Adventure Girl, and they went five or six brutal, bloody rounds on this one. Let me tell you, those girls fight dirty.
Don't tell that stuffy old broad on my right shoulder, but I'm really glad Adventure Girl won.