I’m up too late.
It’s cold in this house.
It’s almost Christmas.
I go on vacation in less than a week.
Roadtrip, whee!
The fella is almost done with his finals, and I think I’m more excited about that than he is.
I want to get in a car with him and just drive and drive and see where we land.
We’re doing the next best thing, I suppose, by getting in a car and heading to where we have reservations.
I am excited to unveil my TRUE car singing voice — the one that only emerges after five hours on the road. The one where I let emotion and not pitch sensitivity take over.
Oh yes.
If you and your man come through Nashville and don’t say hi, there will be weeping. WEEPING.
Let me know when you are going to be out of town. I have gifts that aren’t very Christmas-y. ;)