Vacay

I knooooooooow, I know. I take weird blog sabbaticals every now and then which happen to coincide with how "busy" my life gets. And by busy I mean watch entire series of shows after work (Friday Night Lights, Downton Abbey, Revenge, etc.) or clean up my dog's explosive diarrhea just hours after a landlord visit. Stuff like that is far from blog-worthy since I don't think bragging about watching 5 episodes of Breaking Bad in one night is my proudest moment. But, as my trusty childhood babysitter reminded me (Hi Micah!), this is how a teeny corner of the world keeps up with my life so keep writing.

Aside from nursing school, the singular speck on my horizon is an upcoming ten day vacation. TEN glorious days. I'm spending part of it romping around Seattle with the Great Forrest Underwood (who's going to Sasquatch, duh); part in my hometown where I regularly ride a rusty beach cruiser to grandma's house, eat all the junk I want and pass out in a backyard bikini every afternoon; and the final half in California on an anniversary trip with the boyf. 

Courtesy of my tumblr

Highlights of said trip to include visiting The Mouse and staying a night in the Beverly Hilton (where Whitney DIED). I dug up my old Disneyland autograph book from my last visit in 1999 AND my white leather fanny pack, both of which will accompany me to the Happiest Place on Earth whether the man likes it or not. At the Beverly Hilton I'm obviously going to let Whitney's presence guide me to the room of her death where I will soak up her greatness and then channel it into a profitable singing career. I will also do my best to nonchalantly take pics of all celeb sightings. My paparazzi chops have been honed taking pictures of oddball hobos on the King County Bus each day and since famous people pay about as much attention to me as a transient bag lady, we shouldn't have a problem. 

Unreal, right? She literally has more belongings than me.