.cabin fever.

Only 41 hours left to wait until we head to Calgary to catch our flight to Paris. I suppose that

means i'll have to start packing our bags soon?

There are two things I hate about traveling. #1 is the departure. Cleaning the house from top to bottom so you I don't come home to a messy place with 2 week old crusties on plates in the sink, and packing my bags. I just don't feel motivated to do it. Planning out what I am going to wear, how much weight we have left in suitcases, and being worried that I will forget something crucial and be stuck in a foreign country.

#2 is coming home. When I get home from a trip, I want to head right inside, fling off my shoes and jump into bed. I usually leave my luggage in the car, and maybe the next day it makes it into the house, and in the next few days into my room, and a few days after that it will get unpacked and my clothes will finally get washed.

But the exciting things are what happens before; the anticipation, the planning, the arrangements, and what happens there; the real vacation part!

It WILL be great!

Last night we went to see the Saskatoon Blades play against Seattle. Kevin and I were looking at eachother and chatting during half time when he leaned in and gave me a kiss. Startled I pulled away and then he pointed to the big screen where both of us were live on the "smooch cam". How embarrasing.