undapantz!

I am such a dork. I remembered to pack my laptop and my schoolbooks. I remembered to slip all my vitamins and my bottle of stevia in my bag. Didn’t leave home without my snacky foods. Books, check. Mp3 player, check. Cell phone charger (I always forget that!) Check!! Toothbrush, toothpaste, sunscreen, everything is there! Except for…

Uh. What am I missing.

Oh.

Underwear.



Underwear!!! Of all the things I could’ve forgotten, I forgot to pack my underwear?!? My goodness. And the funny thing is that as I was packing I was texting back and forth with my buddy who was also getting ready for a road trip…and I jokingly said to him, “Don’t forget to pack your undies!”

And I end up leaving them behind. Go me.

So yeah. Greetings from Connecticut! It’s miserable here. Now that my grandmother is gone the place is drenched in sadness. Clinging onto the curtains, seeping from the walls, hanging on to anything and everything you touch or just merely look at. The love and joy that radiated from my Grammy is no longer here. The house feels like….an empty house. No longer like a home, even though my grandfather still lives here. He’s depressed, of course. He lost the love of his life. I think he needs a change of scenery which is why I’m going to kidnap him! MUA-haha!

But man, not even the sunlight flooding in through the windows can beat the gloom.

In 3 weeks my dad and I will be coming back for Easter and we're going to arrange everything and pack everything so that my grampy can live with meee!! My grandfather is awesome. He's so laid back and positive about everything. Has a great sense of humor. He's 91 years old, almost 92 and he looks like he's in his 70s. My dad is 66 and he looks like he's 45. I want THOSE genes! Whatever they have that makes them age reeeaaallly slow....I want it. Up until last year I got carded for alcohol.

Ooh and people would ask me, "So, what high school do you go to?"

I'd tell them, "I'm in my twenties" and they wouldn't believe me. I liked that! I liked being 24 and being mistaken for a seventeen-year-old. But now...at 25....I don't get that anymore. Do I look my age? Or maybe I at least look 21 now. Hmm. Maybe people are just bad at guessing my age and I've looked my age all along.

My mom is the same way. She looks absolutely amazing at 52. Very youthful looking, very beautiful. Which kind of baffles all of us because she's been smoking for over 30 years. *Shrugs*