the tickets are confirmed, the bags are packed, now the only thing to do is sit on the couch and tap, my foot...WAITING, WAITING, WAITING! Only 8 hours until I'm on the plane. Every once in a while I jump up, empty the suitcase - checking to be sure I've packed EVERYTHING! Next I listen to hubby tease me about taking enough clothes to last an entire month (I know he is wrong- I need every single pair of flip flops and the 10 swimsuits). I don;t think I will be able to sleep tonight - I;m too excited. Just like christmas morning!
Hey, look for me on the beach -- I'll be the one with the big goofy smile on my face all the time.
Does anyone else has this strange ailment? How do i control myself? Any secret potion?