one) I'm borderline morbidly obese. I unbuttoned my jeans before I even left Cheesecake Factory today, you guys. They were skinny jeans, BUT STILL. Not. Okay.
two) My fun money account is the opposite of morbidly obese. It's wasting away. Nordstrom, Bloomies, eighty bajillion other moneysucking stores filled with stuff I have to have or I'll diiiiiie .... I'm looking at you.
three) I do miss those pet babies of ours. Word on the scene is that Normy's turned into a reclusive hiding McPouterPants, and Chester's probably a five foot tall grownass man by now.
four) The time change is kickingmyass. I succumb to unconsciousness at 8:30pm here. I missed the second half of The Bachelor, for goodness sake!
Reasons it's NOT OKAY we have to leave in 40ish hours:
I mean, really. And also, leaving my parents and brother and my new catsister Kiki is Sadsville USA. Oh, fine, and leaving housekeeping and room service and men who bring us drinks by the pool is also going to hurt. I mean, I'll have to pick up my own TOWEL off the floor. The horror! (And also, I'll keep those poor Newpsies in my thoughts and prayers on Thursday. There are CLOUDS! I hope they'll all pull through the hardship, don't you?)
Off to enjoy our final hours of OC. Sunset on the beach, a day at the pool tomorrow, and one last fat pants dinner at Javi's tomorrow. Then, it's homeward. Which, really, will be okay. I've got the January jitters - you know, those exciting urges to fix up and rearrange and start the year off all fresh and new? The