Halle-frickin-lujah, we’re finally on our way! I’ve been full of frenetic energy the past few days, running around like a chicken with its head cut off, but things are done….or as done as they’re going to get. So now it’s time get on the rollercoaster, strap ourselves in, and enjoy the ride.

As I was thinking about our trip last night, I was asking myself what I was going to enjoy the most. The first thing that popped in my mind was that I wasn’t going to have to squeegee the shower walls for two months. Hmmmm…I wasn’t expecting that to be the first thing to come to mind. I guess I have an unconscious hatred of having to squeegee the walls after I shower. Who knew? You see, I’m finding out new things about myself already, and the trip hasn’t even begun. I guess that would explain why I’ve pinned so many showers on Pinterest that are big enough to have a showerhead located several feet from any surrounding walls. Stupid squeegee.

So I didn’t quite meet my goal of bringing only one bag. I could’ve cut a couple of things out and really crammed everything in, but I thought it would leave me with no room to bring anything back. And since I’ve already received multiple requests for souvenirs, I thought it would be in everyone’s interest that I bring just one more tiny bag. [This is the part that my sister, Kim, is reading, crossing her fingers that the purse she wants is going to find its way home with me. Keep dreaming, Kim]. And I do have to say…Kevin ended up bringing twice as many shoes as me, so there’s that at least…as I typed that, I’m starting to wonder if I’m bringing too few shoes. Well, our hotel in London is right next to Harrods, so if I must buy another pair…or two, I guess I’ll just have to do break down and do that. Dang.

Remy is cleaned and polished and ready for his fun vacation with Kevin’s parents. We used the downstairs media room as our staging and packing area, so he had no clue what was in store for him. If he had seen our suitcases when we started to pack, he would’ve been a nervous wreck, wondering what was going to happen with him. But there was little time for him to fret this morning as we were loading up the car, and now he’s already settled into one of his favorite places to be, and Kevin’s parents are tickled pink to have him!

So we’re now sitting in the Amex lounge in the airport, having a couple of drinks and enjoying the wonderful food they provide. We purposely get to the airport early now, just so we can hang out in the lounge for an hour or so. My pharmacist brain is reminding me that I will be taking an Ambien in a couple of hours, so I need to say no to another drink, even though it is tempting. I don’t need to be one of those people who have one of those strange Ambien trips and end up running up and down the aisle of the airplane, butt naked, ranting about how much I hate squeegeeing the flippin’ shower walls! <announcement over airline PA: “Attention passengers, please ignore the naked, ranting skinny white boy with the chicken legs in the aisle. Once we have him subdued, we will be returning to the Seattle International Airport. Thank you for flying Icelandic Air. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause you”> That would be the end of the trip, but at least I would have YouTube fame, I’m sure.