Next week, I throw my junk into the biggest suitcase I can find, and take to the skies.
Final Destination: The CWD Friends For Life Convention, which might as well be another planet, it is so different from normal life.
I'll roam with ax chopping murderers(oh, wait,that's ME-not her!) j/k Wendy, meet (and re-meet) other D-Bloggers(Tudiabetes in there as well), see my ex Endo that I haven't seen since the funeral, drink alot of alcohol while working on my tan(great thing is, everyone will have glucagon kits! if I need bailing out), laugh, (probably) bawl, and have another amazing time of my life. It won't be absolutely perfect, because my husband can't come, but hopefully next year.
I cannot WAIT...
(I'm mostly packed already..and even have a letter from my endo for the unintellegent TSA agents)