December 20 10

I am currently in the middle of charging just about every piece of electronics we own. Three DSs. Three iphones. Three ipod touches. It’s ridiculous, actually. Traveling was way different just a few short years ago. I mean, I am still making sure I have enough decks of cards and travel sorry and snacks (and more snack for when they don’t like the first set of snacks that I packed) and coloring books and crayons and markers and colored pencils. But really, they will likely spend the entire time on the plane watching screens and mashing buttons. And I am totally okay with this. But, probably you don’t need to feel badly for me. We have a two-hour drive to Buffalo ahead of us (AND A STOP AT TARGET OMG) and then an hour-and-a-half flight to Atlanta. I mean, it’s not like last summer…when we drove from Atlanta to Milwaukee and then drove from Milwaukee to Atlanta.

You know, then.

I have travel anxiety. BAD. So, last night, I did what every normal super anxious person would do the night before a trip. I overdosed on xanax. I tore apart the entire house packing up five people as if we were traveling to a third world country…you know, we HAVE to pack every single pair of underpants that we own since it’s not like there are any washing machines in the ATL or anything. I argues over how to pronounce the word “ANNEXED.” (Obviously, I’m right.) I cried while watching the Packers almost almost almost win a game that they should have never even come close to winning. I cried while watching The Survivor finale.

And I went to a fondue party.

You know, normal pre-vacation things; that old chestnut.

Well, when your pregnant friend tells you that she has a hankering for fondue and ice cream and to play a killer game of Settlers of Catan, you don’t say no. You can’t say no. You stop trying to decide if she is a friend who you deem fondue-worthy, and you suck it up.

Because, CHEESE.

Also, this wasn’t, like, made-for-TV shit either. No, this was the real deal. Like vintage potsticker things (only, I’m almost certain that potsticker thing is not their technical name, but alas, cheese coma).

FINE. You guys, it was good. Very good. Mostly because sticking homemade bread in hot melty cheese sauce can’t really be bad, right? And now Robin has this lovely little badge to show her how much I care.

(made by the lovely Metalia)

I’m sure it made her pregnant dreams come true. Also, she kicked my ass at Catan AND got me to try chocolate ice cream for the very first time last night. CHOCK FULL OF WIN. And cheese. And she didn’t force me to cook my own meat in hot oil or to dip things like fruit into chocolate…because hear my now, THE INTERNET, you will never catch me doing that.

Onward, to Target.

More Xanax please. I think I need it.

  1. I’m just so impressed that you tried the fondue. Have a good time in Atlanta – if I wasn’t traveling myself, I’d come up and visit for a night.

    Comment by Avitable on December 20, 2010
  2. How did you manage to make it this long without trying chocolate ice-cream??

    Comment by Jessica on December 20, 2010
  3. Ahahahaha, the Fondue Test! I live that you remembered. And that you tried fondue.

    Comment by metalia on December 20, 2010
  4. Welcome back to the States! And Target! Let me know if you’re free while you’re here. 🙂

    Comment by Darcey on December 20, 2010
  5. I was there for that epic minivan photo!

    Why have you never had chocolate ice cream? I mean, you’ve never had the peanut butter and chocolate ice cream from Baskin Robbins?

    Comment by Kristabella on December 20, 2010
  6. Yaye for Target!!! Have a safe trip and a good time in ATL!

    Comment by AmazingGreis on December 20, 2010
  7. We’re headed out for our annual 15-hour drive (and that’s just Leg One!) today and last night I was FREAKING. Hope you made it safely!

    Comment by mrschicken on December 22, 2010

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