I'm back...

France was wonderful! Should have pictures up soon!

Let's start from the beginning of the trip, shall we?

We were already late to the airport and then my Dad dropped us off at the wrong terminal. (He was going to park the car so he could stand by the gate and say goodbye to us). My mom and I asked directions to the correct terminal and we got in the elevator that would take us to there. It was packed and when the door opened to let some people out on a floor, I went to move my suitcase out of the way but it WAS NOT THERE.

I started spinning out of control in the elevator to look for it before looking at my Mom with wild, wide eyes. To make matters worse, we had actually switched suitcases because hers was heavier and I'm stronger. I got out of the elevator and started to frantically run for stairs to go back to the top floor but the only way was to get back was on the elevator which was still waiting with all the people that witnessed my crazy running back and forth. We got back on and I stood by the buttons to open and close then as fast as humanly possible. Thoughts of losing all of my mom's clothes and toiletries that she had packed for her 3 week stay in Europe filled my mind. I was in panic mode. We finally got to the original floor, the doors opened in slow motion and by the grace of God it was still there. We checked it thoroughly to make sure no one had put any explosives or drugs on the bag so that when asked, "Has your luggage been in your possession the entire time?" by the airline, we could feel good about lying!

Luckily my mom thought the whole thing was hilarious-only because her luggage was still there-and we were delirious when we got on the plane. My dad told us not to drink anything because we were already acting drunk and sent us on our way!

The crazy antics had begun....

Au revoir!

I'm off to France. See you in a week and some change!

Attack of the Toothpick

My boss just trained me on a how to do a report... with a flipping toothpick in his mouth!!! In between sucking on the piece of splinter, he dug for gold and got all the plaque off his teeth, I'm sure. I wanted to reach across my desk, grab the toothpick out of his mouth and snap it in half! I am so unbelievably disgusted and offended that someone did that in my face...at fucking WORK? COME ON!

Just Plain Painful

In preparation for my trip to Paris and the beaches of the Cote d'Azur with my mom next week, I "treated" myself to a Brazilian wax. And now I feel like this:



To much information, perhaps?