As an act of good faith I've decided to start packing! But tomorrow when I go see the ENT armed with my Ear Planes I just picked up from Walgreens I refuse to believe he will not declare me fit for travel. It simply cannot happen. We secured this house in Merida 3 months ago. I've imagined myself cannon balling into that pool, jumping on that bed, and belly sliding at high speed down that long length of shiny table. Surely this will not be denied me. Surely!
So I'm off to pack find my pink tankini with the halter style tie, keyhole cut-out, underwire molded cups, and flared bodice. Simultaneously, I will be working on sewing in the pages of my latest travel journal, trying on my new Pouty Mouth lipstick, looking for my red funglasses, and packing my ultra attractive travel hat which was featured in a post earlier in the week. I will not be drinking any more espresso martinis. I won't!