i don't know what to say
Apparently.
I hayt it when my page is blank. I feel sad when my page is blank. I feel even sadder when my life is blank, and it certainly is NOT blank these days, which is why my page is blank.
My sixth grade English teacher would not like that sentence.
Every time I have attempt to write something, it gets jumbled up with the 10,476 other things about which I am thinking in that moment. Bleh.
So, for now, and mostly (I admit) because I do not like my page to be blank, I will say this.
I am going away this weekend on a *surprise* trip. Meaning, I don’t know where we are going. I only know what I am supposed to pack, and I gotta say – it hasn’t given away any of the plot to know what I am supposed to pack. It’s pretty much what I’d wear on any given weekend. I admit, I am intrigued…
I have never been on a surprise trip before. In fact, I have never been on a trip for which I did not do all the planning, reservations, scheduling and activity coordination. Or, if not ALL the planning, at least some of it. I am doing NONE of the planning for this weekend. I feel like a queen, which I suspect may have been part of the intention behind my love’s surprise. I feel excited about it! And I feel grateful for Steve. Every day.
Mush. I know. If you want non-mush, find some other blog to read today.