Brenna and I are leaving in less than 12 hours. I'm packed. I have food because the airline no longer gives free food. I have all the meds and junk figured out (now we pray they let me take the needle on the plane.) The whole flying thing scares me, it always has, but before I was scared we'd crash, now I'm scared that we won't get on. I hate and love the security, because I know i'm "safe" but I don't know if they know that I'm a good person.

Anyway.

I am very excited. There will be a whole bunch of photos when I get home. Did I already mention that I'm excited? I can't wait to see Emily and Jonah and even my slightly off kilter aunt. I think it's completely bizarre that not only will Brenna be along but also the two sides of my family (mothers and fathers) are going to be meeting in the same place. Should be interesting.

I'm eating my last pixie stick that I bought it Blairmore, or Coleman or Frank, I think it was Frank. It's pineapple flavored.
I don't usually like pineapple. Infact I hate it mostly.