Questions I need to ask myself before embarking on the London-Paris trip:
- can I fit a liter size bottle of Kessler's in my backpack?
- should I leave my Iowa t-shirts behind and pretend I'm from Canada?
- do I really want to drink warm beer?
- I'm okay on sharing a bathroom at the hostel but whom am I sharing with, refugees from a small third world country who herd goats and live in tents in desert climes and poop in holes? Okay, they might be interesting . . .
- can I really go three weeks without a decent ham and cheese omelet?
- will pinterest be available in the UK?
- will my husband and father still be alive on my return or will they die a languishing hoarder's death amidst towering piles of junk mail and styrofoam food containers?
- will the customs people eye me strangely when 17 double rolls of extra-strength Charmin roll out of my bag?
- can I deal with my own body odor and that of my son's and the goat herders for days on end?
- do I have to eat fish and chips and do I have to eat them with malt vinegar?
- where can I find fishnet stockings for my first stroll down the Champs Elysees?
- should I ditch my hello kitty around the neck passport holder?
- and lastly, uh, okay I guess that was it. Was hoping for a much bigger finish.
2 comments:
This is exactly why I never leave my house....
I am having grave reservations about this situation. I am already feeling uncomfortable and hope I don't embarrass the son too much.
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