Beth and I have packed our suitcases, I have opened mine to jettison heavier items (my brush, for example, because Beth packed one that I can use) a number of times and Beth finally asked me to please just zip it up, we are having a vodka cocktail because I am starting to twitch and look for things to do, Beth is assigning me tasks (take out the recycling, which I didn't do because I was pouring said cocktails)...
Can't we just go to the stupid airport already? Midnight flights are hard. More later, certainly.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment