I used to easily be in the top ten worst travelers in the world. easily. I am naturally prone to anxiety (yeehaw!) and if you couple that with the stress of having the race through the airport and the whole “what if someone barfs on the plane” worry AND that whole, you know, we could, um, die thing…I was great fun to travel with. and then! somewhere along the line I learned how to fall asleep on the plane BEFORE take-off and not wake up again until landing. perfect. Which was exactly what happened on my flight on friday. I was feeling great, excited about my three fun-filled days of doing absolutely nothing but accompanying my dad to see all the movies my stepmom wouldn’t see with him (Star Trek & Angels and Demons). I got in line behind about 20 people to pee, and then IT HAPPENED. I heard the splash behind me and then turned in horror to see, not a child like I’d assumed, A WOMAN vomiting into her hands and onto the floor. I used me kegel muscles to hold it like a motherfucker and bolted out of there. holy shit. and now you can probably put me back on that coveted worst traveler list.

but then, we got off at baggage claim…and LO! THERE WAS MY SISTER! gah. I had no idea. Now, I’m not one for surprise parties. seriously, I absolutely loathe them. I am a control freak. I need to know where I’m going, when it’s happening and who is going to be there. at all times. Hell, I didn’t even like when the husband propsed to me at my apartment and then we had to to his parents’ house where there were people waiting there to celebrate. I mean, I was wearing my glasses and a ponytail. I was not cute that day, the day I got engaged. and even though I was frazzled from just seeing THE VOMIT, and I probably didn’t look all that cute…I was beyond thrilled to see my sister right there. I’m still smiling.

especially because only she and I can see the hilarity in her desperate plea to find out if her flight was on time…

…and guess what I used to take that video. just guess.

oh yes it is!

surprise #2 made possible by the scheming of the husband, the best designer on the planet who is also a pretty kick-ass friend, and the sneaky friend, codename: Wolverine.

It rained for three days straight…which made my hair look like bollucks for pretty much the entire vacation and made for a very water-logged trip through the Modern Atlanta home tour. It also meant that my sister and I had to take off our heels to walk barefoot down a slippery drive-way (we are nothing if not incredibly class, y’all) which other than the obviously drench factor and being disturbed by one of the teenaged girl’s bathrooms that only had a tub and no shower (really? really?) and by the smell that came from a dishwasher when I opened it, was super fun. and I even found the table I totally have to have in my new house…

…and there really is nothing like taking your picture in some random stranger’s basement…

(you are totally loving my damp hair, I can tell)