07/09/2014 71 °F
Two more days.
Two more days and we have a 6:20 pm flight out of Hartford and into Ft. Myers, Florida where we get to spend 10 glorious days with my sister and her husband. Away from work, responsibility, Massachusetts, and with a jam packed itinerary of Floridian fun along with the heat and humidity that go with it! I absolutely cannot wait. I will miss my family and my furries, though.
I'm sitting here on my sofa writing a blog entry and I should be packing. 10 minutes ago, I was walking around my living room with my brandy new teal flippers and swim goggles on. They just came in the mail today and I was very excited! Yes, nagging brain, I should be packing. However, I'd rather blog about my new snorkel set!
I've been waiting for a week and a half for these, though! They are very pretty! The fins are short...I feel like they're very frog like. Although, I guess that is the point. They're worth mentioning since they will be christened on a jump over to Key Largo to go visit my brother in the U.S. Coast Guard and take a snorkeling trip to the John Pennekamp Coral Reef State Park to see Christ of the Abyss. I will be borrowing an underwater camera for this trip; more to come!
Procrastination always gets the best of me, especially with packing. I promised myself that I would not procrastinate and I would be packed at least three days before we left this time. Not like NC in May when I was packing until 2 am the night before we left. I even bought new luggage! You'd think that would help. Nope! I am officially the queen of procrastination. I'm actually laughing at myself while I write this because I still need to do laundry in order to be able to pack everything I want to bring. Then I will probably unpack once because I have too many things wedged into my suitcase and realize it's just ridiculous; weed out about 1/3 of it, and repack everything. I'm 32. There's still hope that I'll give up my procrastinating ways, right?
Until next time, here's a picture from this 4th of July. My babe and I spent it, as tradition, at the Millbury fireworks (a day late this year thanks to Hurricane Arthur).