Nothin' but Nerves

Today, I realized how right Rachel was when she told me, "It'll go by fast, soon you'll be like WHERE DID MY SIX DAYS GO?!"

And so now, I'm wondering where did my six days go?  Did they even happen?

Needless to say, the London bridge did indeed fall down quite a few times that day

Mom's idea of a British flag ^

As the weekend flew by, Boyfriend made it a point to help me celebrate the completion of my second novel:

That's also my birthstone.  Yeah, I know.  It's better than yours (exception being Lydia who shares my awesome birfday month)

And then Monday came.  Boyfriend went away for home but the decorations stayed.  And then I had to pack.  It sucked (see below)

Before (during which I misplaced my sanity)

After.  Oh, looks easy doesn't it?  No, chump.  That suitcase didn't pack itself.

However, there were some fallen soldiers in the aftermath of this process.  I'm not proud of this.

Nobody puts Wellies in the corner.

The only thing I bought six months ahead of time for England had to stay behind!  The boots weighed five pounds together and my suitcase was already on a diet.

And with my bags finally packed I had one more thing coming my way:

A wild Boyfriend appeared!  Annie used "take not-so photogenic picture"!

Mom started screaming about a cat on the patio, so naturally I was eager to sprint to catch a glimpse.  It wasn't a cat.  But I guess I can't really be that upset.

Next stop: England.

Cheers!