That's right, I do!!
Whew! I just finished my last two projects today. (I couldn't finish one of them until the computer labs opened back up yesterday). And now I am free, free, free! Also it means I can actually get on the plane in the morning and fly meself back across the pond to see darling baby Savannah and my NEW darling nephew Ethan who arrived yesterday and is just beautiful beautiful beautiful.
It feels really weird to be coming back though when I've only been gone a few months. I keep thinking, "Wait, this isn't right! I haven't transformed myself into a creature of intrigue and sophistication and a Madonna-ish accent yet! I don't even have a new wardrobe!" But the sad fact is that my meagre funds will buy me more clothes in Provo than they will in England, so I'll be doing some shopping next week. In fact, there is a whole list of things I will be doing in Provo next week, on account of how much cheaper it will be:
- Developing all my pictures (Bless the good people at Costco!)
- Buying a white dress shirt to replace the one that I turned grey in the washing machine (along with all my underwear) when I accidentally put a black sock in with my whites. This was when I was first dating WR, so I was trying to do the laundry really fast so I could get back to, um, stuff . . .
- Buying books to read on the plane ride, airport wait, plane ride, passport check, airport wait, train ride, train station wait, and train ride back to my England house. Airplane books are such tricky things, anyway. It has to be the right kind of book--just page-turny enough to be interesting but not enough to make you think too hard. And I don't like just buying the first piece of chick-lit cotton candy I come across, because what if it's rubbish and then I have a $10 book I'm never going to read again?
- Buying t-shirts for WR, because he says he wants some, and he will deserve them on account of he's driving me 3 hours to the airport tomorrow. I asked him what size he wears and he doesn't know. What size of Old Navy shirt do 6-foot-tall skinny men wear, usually? Anyone know?
- Looking for black heels. Right now I only have flats, which are comfortable but don't actually show my sexy calf muscles to their full advantage. And since those are the only sexy muscles I have, I should really be making use of that. Unfortunately, English shoes hate me and my feet and absolutely none of them fit. Or at least they don't fit my right food. And no, I don't want to talk about it. If I were smarter I would just chuck the high-heel idea because I still have scars on my feet from the last time I tried to wear high-heeled black dress shoes (September 25th). But maybe the scarring part was because they were crap from Payless Shoe Source.
Also there's a list of things I will be buying when I'm in UT because I can't buy them here
- The entire stock of Bath & Body Works who will be having their huge January sale
- Cajun seasonings for the cooking of Cajun Chicken Linguine
- Tomatilla for my Canadian classmate who is having Mexican food withdrawals
- Black beans, possibly, unless anyone in the UK knows where I might find some
- Reeses peanut butter cups
- More peanut butter
- More chocolate chips
- More cowbell
- Bisquick, for the cooking of Southern necessities
- Smucker's boysenberry syrup for Landlady J, because it turns out she really likes that stuff and she gave back half my rent for next week since I won't be here. So she can have whatever kind of syrup she wants.
- A duffel bag for the carrying of said items
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