Oh sod it, I’m absurdly excited and I might just try to post a conflicting trip report to annoy him.
Should I? SHOULD I?!
I fly out Sunday for an undetermined time, my first trip anywhere since we got back from Europe (spoiler: I’m still tired and I think I’m dying. Matt said I’m not allowed to die until I give him his Christmas present on the 17th…)
There are a few things you can count on when we are together:
There will be snark and many insults
I’ll have on a dress and he will hate me because I’m cuter than him
He will wear something strange and claim “but I’m British” and manage to get away with it
Teddy Bears will be involved.
He will keep insisting I’m going to meet his relatives and then there’s ALWAYS an excuse. I’m still quite miffed I didn’t get to meet the King when I was in London, he PROMISED. Sigh. These Brit’s are so untrustworthy. I’ll give them a pass because their scones are delightful
I knew you would have beautifully made crackers for them even before I saw the photo. I am disappointed to see there are only four because we need @JuliaMc to report on the Christmas dinner.
Oh, and since this is her report and @sanstitre_has_left_the_building can’t ban me: even this report is prettier than his with those cookies and that present photo.
Erm, I will be rocking two new pairs of shoes, including my Jordans. Her “Louboutins” (she buys generic and paints the soles red) have nothing on those bad boys.
Oh don’t worry. That photo doesn’t reveal everything, and I have a few tricks up my sleeve.
I AM going to the Christmas dinner! Even if I just sit at the bar and take photos from a distance. Don’t worry, @sanstitre_has_left_the_building is used to paparazzi, I hope one day he comes clean about his TRUE identity.
I actually have two new pairs of shoes for this trip too! Sandals! I bought a pair of Louis Vuitton I’m going to break in, and then a new pair of Louboutin sandals to go with my new Asprey bag you already hate.
Neither pair is sparkly, which is weird, but sometimes a girl has to change things up.
Hopefully I get there. It’s been a rough morning in my house. Someone is crabby. (Not me)
I’m also crabby right now because I stupidly bought a peloton a year ago and my husband said I wouldn’t be consistent, and as such, I am in the middle of some horrifying sweaty ride to PROVE HIM WRONG.