The employees at the DMV were nice to me today...and I am the worst over-packer in the world.

"Hmmm. Should I take the red boots, too? 'Cause the other boots have heels on them...what if we do some walking?" *sigh*

And God forbid that I am not entertained for every second that I am awake. I have magazines, books, music, stuff to write with...all b/c I have the attention span of a gnat and might die if I had to just sit for two minutes. I am going to be gone for 5 days.

For as many times as I bleat "I should've been born a boy!" I am far too into accessorizing. Although I do know of a certain boy out there who packed more than I did when we went on a 7 day cruise, so now I feel better!

My Mantra? "Still holding my breath!"

Goodie! Another drunk one. Which I have convinced myself I cannot be bitter about. Here's why. You go to a bar, odds are quite high that you are going to meet drunk men. it's inevitable, really. Like going to the beach, and meeting a surfer. Or working in a resteraunt, and meeting a crack head.