WHINE alert! I hate flying. I hate flying. I HATE flying.
I hate that I can NOT get rid of my 9-month belly. No, I’m not pregnant. I am just angry that I can’t lose the belly. It’s all Zachary’s fault. I KNOW he is 42 (Years, not months!) but STILL, I know it has to be his fault. I refuse to believe that it could be the peanut butter M&M’s and the Cheetos. I refuse.
MORE WHINING!!! I’m packing for the trip to California (Alice graduates from grade school into middle school. Celebrate her 11th birthday and then whisk her back home for Non-Camp 2022). NOTHING fits!! Ya know, when ya live on a mountain where I can schlep around in sweatpants and bagging flannels does not prepare you for the real world. Trips into town were easy, I’ve hidden under a down coat for the last 7 months.
I did do a pedicure though. So the Koala Toes are now ready to be seen.
I haven’t been on a plane in YEARS!!
Do we still have to have a ziplock with all liquid things? Shoes still come off? Do I need a Covid test? Ackkkkkkkkkkk.
ALSO, I REALLY need prayers! I’ve been driving in Idaho where people are nice. The pace is SUPER slow! I’m going to San Diego area where there are SO MANY people. I am no longer that aggressive California driver. So, let’s make that three things. I hate to fly, I hate fat clothes and I hate to drive in California. I’m screwed.
This picture is the first stop light when you get into Sandpoint. See?? I have FUN traffic.
I don’t have THIS traffic!
That was all. Really. I needed to whine. Hate flying. Packing is a nightmare. My shoulders are already tense thinking of driving the 5 and the 15. Ahhhhhhhhh crap.
I’m off to double check my packing list. What’s the ONE (or 10) things you always forget to pack?