It’ll be -10 with the windchill in the morning. A co-worker asked me if I’ll be able to walk in, to which I responded, “spent two winters in Minneapolis. I’m good.”
My bags are packed, I’m ready to go (no, seriously, that right there on the left is it. In my defense, my mother bought me the Coach bag even though I hate Coach everything and refused to return it because she said it was a necessity). The laundry is done, my dinner and lunch for tomorrow are packed and ready. I even used a giftcard someone gave me over Christmas to upgrade my seat so I get to board first.
That’s right, I take overhead space very seriously.
If you’ll miss me while I’m gone, visit @paradeinpink on twitter and instagram. No, no live results tracking. If you never hear from me again, just assume I died somewhere on Osceola Highway and go on without me. Hopefully Katherine or Danielle will be kind enough to kick my body to the side of the road and out of the way as they pass.