One more real day..

So it's 1 am Friday morning and I leave for London on Saturday. I haven't updated for 3 weeks since this is a London blog and that would be weird, but I am now.

I haven't made a list of things to pack yet which means I anticipate leaving half of the things I want to take with me at home. Sarah M. brought me a ginormous suitcase that she used when she went to Australia. I'm certain I could fit my mom, all three cats, and all of my clothes and still have room to spare. I may just try it. I'm not sure how the roomates will handle Odin clawing, Boogie peeing, and Mamma yelling all night, but if they all survive the ride in the cargo hold it's totally worth it!

I got my tarot cards read the other night at a bar. Totally normal, right? Who wouldn't believe what the bar tarot card reader tells you... Anyway, she told me lots of fun stuff which Mike and hi friend Vinnie laughed at. They did not take the bar tarot card reader seriously. FOR SHAME.

While I'm going to miss everyone terribly while I'm gone, I'm least looking forward to leaving Kate and Mamma. This has nothing to do with me liking them more than any of the people in my life, just that I can't handle their glares and sulking when I come home. The moral of the story here is, if you want me to feel bad about leaving you, turn your back to me when I come home and sulk for a week.

I had lots of fun these past 3 weeks and will miss you all terribly..