Packing.

Usually, I love packing. I am a packing pro. Daughter of a military man/pilot man, so it comes naturally.

Am hating packing right now. BUT, guess what I'm packing for? Yes, yes, yes: DISNEYLAND!

TRA LA LAAAAAA! (I imagine some sort of triumphant horn playing in the background) Am so excited, I may vomit. Not really. But at this point, I think I'm more excited to be away from work for a week more than I am excited that I'm going to Disneyland...wait. Nope. That's not true. I'm definitely more excited about D-land...but I am also super excited to have a break from work. A gal's gotta breathe and have some fun every now and then. These last few months -- okay, this entire season, has been probably one of the most difficult, so I'm super excited to be going out of town for the soul purpose of having fun.

So, I get this text from my mom while I'm packing tonight. She knows me so well:

"Don't bring 1000s of books. We'll be a little squished." 

To which I responded:

"MA. I never bring too many books. I only have...two. And a BoM*. And journal. And logic puzzle book. And Ensign...oh. Hm. Fine."

But she's gotta admit, that's better than the 12** books I took on the road trip to Iowa. Of which I only read one. She's right, it will be squishy. There will be five of us. Five, jollily packed into a sedan for 12 hours. Just me and the fam for some Christmas celebration fun.

Can you guys hear that? It's the freedom bells ringing! Nooooo work for a week! Nooooo snow and sub-freezing temps for a week! Am a Disneyland Vet who hasn't been in a while***. Sun and t-shirts and Dole Pineapple Whips await!

*Book of Mormon
**Not an exaggeration. Mom was not thrilled. Said it weighed the car down.
***My "a while" is likely not as long as you would think.