We are so close to being gone I can almost taste the sunblock. (Because every so often it gets in your mouth on accident.)
Tonight is going to be a total whirlwind. This is what comes of Joey returning from a week being gone THE DAY BEFORE we need to pack to go to Mexico. There are piles of piles in our house right now. And the laundry I took out of the dryer this morning? NOT FOLDED.
True story.
My house is a wreck and I don’t even care.
We worked on our packing list a little bit last night, until everything we were trying to get done on Thursday wound up needing to be done on Friday. So we decided to stop working and watch an episode of Hogan, which is the cure-all for what ails ya.
Tonight, though?
Watch out world. If there is a mysterious funnel cloud spotted over the metroplex, it’s probably just Joey and I running around like chickens with our heads cut off.
- For dinner we’re making pancakes, eggs and bacon to try to use up some of the milk and eggs in the freezer
- We have to make a Target run
- And a NorthPark run for a pair of shorts for Joey and to get some pesos at the currency exchange place
- Laundry needs to be done (and, incidentally, there is already a bunch to fold)
- We need to pack ourselves and pack for Henry to go stay with his cousins
We may not get any sleep tonight, but it’ll be worth it. This morning, while Joey was brushing his teeth and I was washing my face, I said “What do you want to do tomorrow night?”
“Oh, I think maybe eat at the hotel’s restaurant and sit by the ocean for a little bit. Maybe walk on the beach. Maybe we’ll get there early enough to run into Tulum. Maybe not.”
OH MY GOSH! I am going to be on the beach tomorrow night!
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
