That's what I have going into this weekend. Fear, and the excitement of sleeping in a big hotel bed... which could outweigh the fear.
Sitting downstairs while my family is getting dressed... slow process.
Luckily, everytime my parents come visit they bring me shiz of mine that they no longer want. I say they have no memories... and no filter. My mom this time brought me things like--old shampoo, tights from my senior year of cheerleading, an old bra, an old formal purse etc etc. Ridiculous. She needs an intervention on throwing stuff away.
Reaction formation. Reaction formation. Reaction formation.
Glad the fam could come! My sister and nephew will be meeting us there tomorrow. Pictures to follow!
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