So this pretty little thang right hurr is my momma. She is good. She is also taking me to NYC for spring break. We're going to wear bikinis and drink a lot of lite beer. Ha haa... ugh. Just kidding. What we're really doing is hanging out with some real good people and mother will be rehearsing with the Bad Plus. Go mom. You rock. Meanwhile, I sit here in between classes literally counting the seconds until that day comes where we step on the plane.Until then I shall try to occupy myself with "entertaining" and "distracting" things (aka homework, but mostly just avoiding homework and then complaining about it during crunch time).
The planning of this trip has been sort of silly. Every once in a while mom will call me and rattle off a bunch of shit that I know will never come to fruition and we'll end up doing something way simpler - so pretty much I'm not listening. Sorry mom, but you probably already knew that... hee hee... And then she'll change the convoluted plan and once again I just let her talk - and I don't listen, or at least not fully. Because I know that when the day comes everything will fall right into place. And even if it doesn't, who cares! Because we're resourceful women and we'll figure it out. So there.
Well, 10 more days... 10 more days....
