Ohmigosh, you guys, a week from tomorrow I leave for my 8-day bus trip with Granny B.
I know that it is going to be fun.
I know that there are going to be memories I will cherish forever.
I know that I will be so happy that I went when it is over.
But seriously, people, this is stressful.
I got my final packet for the trip. At the back of the itinerary book is a place where I can record the names, numbers, and addresses of the new friends that I meet.
How old school is that?
And we have to rotate seats twice a day so that everyone gets a chance to sit in the good seats.
I'm not even sure I'm ready to pack for this adventure.
I think I'm going to need more wine...