I have probably blogged/tweeted 800,000 times about how much of a last-minute packer I am. If I have to leave in the morning ... I will get up at 4am to do the majority of my packing. The night before, I will sit around, read, watch tv, do anything to waste time for hours to avoid packing. I hate this about myself ... but find it almost impossible to change.
Which is why it's so odd that I currently have a suitcase packed and ready to take on my trip. Today? Is Saturday. My flight? Leaves on Wednesday.
Does that tell you exactly how excited I am to see Matt?
All I have to do is throw in some underoos and toiletries in my carry-on, and I'm good to go. Come on, Wednesday! Hurry up and get here already!