I am almost packed for Florida. Don’t get jealous. It’s not a for-fun trip; it’s a make some moola trip. I can’t imagine that seven days of grading AP exams will be all that fun, especially when we’ll be cooped up in a room from 8-5 every day. Ugh. WTF was I thinking? I did, however, pack my bathing suit on the off-chance that I can spend my evenings sitting around the pool (or on the beach) reading for my next research project. And drinking margaritas. And maybe shopping for tacky tourist t-shirts. We’ll see.
In order to pack, I had to run to the Target today to buy shit in little bitty containers. Thank you, TSA. I did, however, pick up two new pairs of shorts while at Target … in two different sizes. Oops. What’s weird is that the smaller sized shorts fit better than the larger sized shorts (even though they are the same style, just in different colors). How whacked is that?
I still need to get some cash, some sunscreen, and some batteries for my camera (on the off chance that I might get to take pictures). I also need to balance my checkbook and pay bills. {Blah} Good thing my flight is at a reasonable hour. The last time I flew out of Sorta’ Cosmopolitan, I had to leave at 6 a.m.
Yeah, this was a completely uninspired blog entry.
