•• Pretty Distraction ••

It really is a pain getting ready for traveling. Vacations are great; it’s the preparation that’s a bitch. I’m packing. And by packing, I mean that I’m throwing clothes all over the place, then re-folding them with the handy shirt folder thingy  (how’s that for technical talk, impressive, I know).  Anyway, it’s great… it makes packing look so pretty. That is until the air port security people rummage through your bags, they don’t have a handy shirt folder thingy, and they just shove it back in. Thanks.  And, by packing, I also mean that I’m thinking of everything that I could ‘possibly’ need, and trying to decide what I really could do without. The choices that are the hardest are… is the mp3 player all charged up (Check), does it have all the songs that I need on it? (I think—check), Do I take the Nintendo DS? Do I take the laptop? Cameras and camcorders, and phones, and … and… and. It’s becoming a big production. And did I remember to pack my medicine? Ugh. So much to do, and so little time.
My flight leaves at 8:15am, and thanks to the time zone change, I’ll arrive in Vegas at 9:00am. All of that sounds great, so when I’m groaning and bitching in the morning, about having to be at the air port by 6:30am… someone, please calmly remind me of HOW GREAT THIS IS!
So, I’ll either see you on the trip, or when I get back. Either way… VEGAS HERE I COME!