...but your right hand only, left is bad luck, though I don't remember why. Might have something to do with wrestling. Remember when I used to tape my fingers together during tournaments? If only that were the most embarrassing superstitious thing I used to do. Anyway...
I might have found someone to go to London with! My friend B, who I haven't seen in years and only chat with by email a few times a year is possibly interested. Interested or playing a really mean email trick. B was Macaroni's very first daycare provider and actually gave him the name Macaroni. So sweet and cool, I was always "I want to be you when I grow up" when we'd sit around at daycare. Partially because she got to sit around at daycare all day with my baby but also because she's very together without being even a drop boring. Her ex-husband/current boyfriend/live in luvaaah is from London and his family runs a B&B there. And she gets free airfare. So, sounds like a might have a traveling buddy/tour guide/cheap place to stay. Rock the fuck on.
I've had a tiny little bit of ulcermunching over this whole traveling abroad alone thing. Not that I won't do it, but damn if Heather didn't have to be in charge last time.
The little ulcer, who I've named Bebe Jesus, is busy with this weekend's trip to see The Rockstar too. What was I thinking?
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