| My saline is 4 oz and the liquid limit is 3 oz. I need to go buy some 3 oz bottles to squeeze 3 oz of saline into it.
Bill was very zen about the whole thing and advised me to just release all my negativity about this before I get to airport security. Get the bottle in the right size. Fill it. Put it in the ziploc. Breathe.
To make myself feel better about the trip I bought myself a fabulous new LA-style wardrobe. Actually I just bought myself some cotton skirts and panties from Target. I am still ridiculously happy and looking forward to wearing my new outfits.
My list to do today is long - dog to kennel, register Girl Souts for camp, pack for me, pack for kids (they'll be with their dad while I am gone), etc. I had to add "buy plastic bottle in the right goddamn size." And I am working too. La, la, la, or LA, LA, LA...
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| I'm having a slight panic attack about Los Angeles. I will be there by myself. I used to love that - going somewhere new and exciting and alone - navigating a strange city and finding a new comfort zone. I don't love it anymore. I have lost my sense of adventure and when I think about that I feel old and crabby about that too. I am missing A's chorus concert, my son bridging into Webelos for Scouts, M's soccer potluck and last soccer game. There's a whole hell of a lot of running around this weekend that I don't have to do, but in all, I will miss my kids and wish I was here this weekend. I'm tired, my back hurts still, I have tons to do at work, my kids are in full blown end of school year activity mode, I am hungry all the time, and I am out of sync with Bill. Going out of town will help all of those things a whole lot, dontcha think? |
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| I voted this morning. It's strange to me to have a primary this year. The presidential caucus already determined our Democratic candidate votes. I filled in circles anyway. |
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