"Get Out Of Here Licky Lips..."

I love my mom. Especially when she says silly things like, "Get out of here Licky Lips". Not me, she just called my dog that. I however don't like it when she calls my dog "Tammy". I hate that. His name is Sammy! Get it?

Enough random ranting about my mom, I'm currently listening to The Weepies. They always make me feel good, which is sort of strange because they are fairly mellow/depressing, but when they're happy, they're happy. Wow, apparently I suck at writing my blog today. Geez.

Start Over:

I had an okay day I guess. I drove my mom to work, then I drove Aimee to the bank, then I drove my mom to the hospital and finally drove my mom home. I was a regular old taxi cab. OH! I started/pretty much finished packing for the big trip! I am extremely efficient at packing. It only took me about twenty minutes and I think I have everything. I made a checklist. I'll probably think of something else I need though. That's why you make checklists!

I finished booking hostels up until the day we leave! Yay! For our last two nights in London we're staying in a renovated mansion. I'm excited. It sounds expensive but it's actually one of the more reasonably priced places we're staying, which begs the question, "Exactly how renovated is this place?" I hope we're not going to be sleeping on beds made of needles in the dungeon and washing our clothes with a stone. Although by that point why would I be doing laundry? And I hear needle beds aren't all that bad. Maybe it will be something like acupuncture, and it will make my back feel better? I'm thinking not.