I'm thinking the spring, she has sprung.
Today was glorious and lovely, and I walked into town wearing my Chacos and it was heavenly. Only then it turned out that my winter feet weren't quite ready to be walking 4 miles in my Chacos, so right now they're needing some TLC. But they've also got to understand that they're about to get a week of this, so they'd best shape up. That's what I told them, anyway, as I hobbled the last few yards to my house.
The sun was out and the weather was warm and I swear to you people were beaming for no reason. And around here that's saying something. It's like we all had this attitude of "Look everyone! It's sunny! It's just like living in a happy sunny place like in the films!" Even the sight of a 2-year-old-boy scampering about with a thick gold Mafia chain around his neck couldn't kill the buzz.
I just did my last few errands before my trip, and since I have to put all of this into my budget spreadsheet you get to see it too, you lucky things.
(deep breath)
- £2 - frozen chocolate eclairs for Ladeeez Night tonight, which, now that I think about, maybe I should taste first, on account of I'd hate to bring gross treats to Ladeeez Night
- £8 - 2 t-shirts, 1 black and 1 pink
- £18 - 25 Euros
- £3 - travel toiletries
- £3 - very pretty brown & pink bag for the carrying of beach supplies, which was just the excuse I needed to get the bag I've been eying for the last six months but kept putting down because even if it is only 3 quid do I really neeeeed a bag? (Amyjane, I don't wanna hear it from you.)
- £5 - 2 cheapo beach towels which will probably shred to pieces the second they get wet (one is for Goldilocks)
I was told by WR that it's very important to have a beach towel to put on the lounge chairs, otherwise the Germans will get to them first with theirs, and that some Germans will in fact get up around 4am to put their towels out on the lounge furniture and will then go back to bed, safe in the knowledge that they've won the latest round against the Brits. I guess there's some sort of British-German thing with the lounge chairs. And I'm meant to be on England's side apparently. Germany is the land of my birth, though, so I don't know if I'm totally cool with that.
But then, maybe striking a blow against Germans that I haven't even met yet in the name of a country that isn't mine it will heal me from my memories of BYU Devotionals. So many times I wanted to kick those flipping seat-savers' teeth in, because you just know their 12 stupid friends are never going to find them in a stadium of 20,000, and the Devotional is starting in 1 minute, and even though President Bateman has asked everyone to flipping move in to the center so that the people milling about in the aisles can sit down, they refuse to budge. And so I have to keep hiking all up and down the Marriott Center like a flipping Dahl sheep looking for a place to sit. A few times my irritation won out and I sat down in the saved seats anyway and just ignored the glares and huffs. Their friends never did show up, so it's not like it mattered.
Also, is anyone afraid yet of the old woman I will inevitably become?
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