shit

I'm having huge anxiety about this holiday now.

What if my Escape breaks down?

What if I get robbed?

What if the people I'm renting this cabin from are really pig farmers?

three days!!!!!!

I'm just a little excited.

I found out that there are ghost tours in Vernon and, get this...

An actual drive-in theatre!!

eat, play, sleep

I'm heading off on holidays in four days. FOUR DAYS!!

I am soooo pumped! This will be the first vacation of my life that was totally planned by and for little old me. I didn't check with anyone else. There was nothing to check. I wanted it and I made it happen. What a wonderful feeling. (I am embracing this single life like I never thought I ever would. Leaving Mr. Control was the best decision I have ever made in my life. Go me!)

This was going to be for just me and my faithful companion, Mr. Bobby Danger. We were going to run through the fields in slow motion, canoe together (obviously I didn't think that one through), swim in the water, read many books, play with yarn, hike through the hills, pick flowers and put them in my hair, I would ride the bike with Bob running beside me, my skirt flying in the wind, and eat sandwiches and drink coffee all day. It sounded so good in my head that I asked my daughter to join me. I wanted her to experience what will most definitely be the greatest-get-away-in-the-west. Now her boyfriend is coming, too.

I'm hoping for a week filled with laughs, peace, fun, loungy-water-things, and coffee and sandwiches. I'm looking forward to getting to know the-boy-who-loves-my-daughter.

I'm also looking forward to letting the-boy-who-loves-my-daughter drive through the treacherous mountains so I can be hopped up on ativan.

finally