35 Days.

In 35 days I will be hopping on a plane for a weekend trip to see two of my best friends in Virginia. 

I’m pretty excited about this. (I only do a countdown for something if it’s super important.)

Kind of like the whole moving to Florida thing… I haven’t started a real countdown yet, simply because it’s still a lot of days away.  However, I do know that it is less than seven months.  And that excites me beyond belief.

But back to the whole Virginia trip… I am flying out of Huntsville at 6:30 a.m.  I will then arrive in Washington, DC at 9:24.  I leave DC at 10:30 and arrive in Boston, MA at 11:56.  Finally, I leave Boston at 1:20 and arrive in Richmond, VA at 3:05 p.m.

Yes, the random, funny stuff that happens to me is what makes up the meat of this blog, but I’m praying that for this one day, my life is normal and uneventful.  I’m sure it would make for a wonderful post, but I would really prefer it if this trip goes perfectly and according to plan.  I’m shooting for no disasters and no missed flights.  I’m 27.  Surely I can travel unattended, right?

The night before last I got an earring stuck in my hair.  Not just kind of stuck, but so stuck that I had to wait for Joey to finish brushing her teeth and washing her face to help me get it untangled.

Two weeks ago, I had the same misfortune with a round hair brush.  After my attempts at freeing the brush, all you could see was the handle.  That situation required the assistance of friends as well.

A few months ago, I tried to throw my gum out of my car window as I was driving down 72.  Yup.  It came right back in the window and found a home in my hair.  That particular incident required a quick “fix it” job with scissors and then an emergency hair appointment to correct the damage.

My boarding passes can’t get tangled in my hair, right?