bye-bye birdie

Due to a series of unfortunate events, hasty flight reservations, three pathetic attempts to say goodbye to my boy - I find myself once again dragging out my red suitcase and plastic-bagging every single toiletry item that I ever owned.

This is the fifth time I've packed this year.
Fourth time without my mama
Third time flying
Second time gallivanting to Texas
First time making a connecting flight

My super-sweet-southern-grandmama took a tumble down some persnickety steps at her church which resulted in surgery and one frazzled group of relatives.
Apparently my (now expired) talents as a CNA (or maybe the fact that I volunteered to go spend an epic two weeks with Grandmama) got me the unofficial official status of home-health-"helpful"-granddaughter-of-the-month. *cough*
Considering I don't know how to load a front loader washer, use a turn lane, sensibly pack school books without having to pay a million bucks for checked luggage  - I maybe more of a comic relief than a help.
But as Big Max says,
"We shall see."


  1. Aw, I hope your Gradmama is doing better! In any case, I'm sure she will be doing MUCH better with you as her trusty assistant!

    Hope you have an amazing trip, and that your flights go smoothly!


  2. Waa.. I'm going to miss my adopted sister!!😭😭😭😭

  3. I'm sure you'll be a wonderful expired nurse. And man, do those airlines make luggage overpriced.


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