As I mentioned a few weeks ago, J and I are going to
Although...I am going to miss this little guy terribly:
But! We'll only be gone a few days, and he'll be
spoiled beyond all reason taken care of by his grandparents while we're gone, so it should all be okay. I mean, just because the last time we left, he developed a double ear infection and a fever of 105.8, that doesn't mean it'll happen again, right? RIGHT??
Oh, great. Now I'm breaking out in sexy, sexy hives just thinking about it. Fabulous. Time to refocus! Back to the topic at hand:
I have this tendency to romanticize places I’ve never been before. Well, not so much “romanticize” as “envision as a conglomeration of every pop culture reference ever associated with that place.”
- Robin Williams in drag.
- Rice-a-Roni. Lots of it.
- Hippies, possibly nude, definitely wearing flowers, singing “Age of Aquarius” whilst frolicking in
- “Wake Up,
” starring Danny Tanner and Rebecca Katsopolis greeting me on TV each morning. (Perhaps Jessie and the Rippers will make a special guest appearance to sing "Michelle's Smiling"? I JUST DON'T KNOW!) San Francisco
- My new secret crush, Eli Stone.
- Ann Hathaway evolving from ugly duckling to swan before my very eyes. (I’m not the only one who saw The Princess Diaries! I KNOW I’M NOT!)
- Holly and Moose. (…okay, that might actually be happening. Wheeee!)
I guess what I’m trying to ask is twofold:
A) Am I the only one who does this? (And yes, I know that I’m doing nothing to quash existing stereotypes of
B) Assuming my insane fantasy of