Did I mention . . .

that I'm going to Cali? Yes. I'm ecstatic. That means less work, and more play. I really don't have anything to say other than that. Oh, but I did also put down the next payment toward Paris. So, yeah, I'm going.

Friday is technically the last day to back out, and this past week I've been asking myself, just to make abso-flippin-lutely certain that this is my choice. And every time I asked, I just kinda laughed to myself and thought "Rachel, you silly, of course you're going. You think about Paris way too often to pretend like it isn't a HUGE deal for you right now."

So, that stamp in my passport . . . she's coming. Oh boy.