Three days. We are down to three days.

I don't know whether to pee my pants or to throw up.

I'm FUHHHHREAAAAAAKING out.

Like seriously, nothing else I can think about other than the following things;
What am I wearing to the airport?
What am I going to do with my hair?
Will these five sit ups make a difference, at all? What about ten? So I probably shouldn't eat this candy?

I'm a nervous wreck.

I am beyond excited.


Oh p.s. I got an airport invite by the family. I'm going to the airport. My palms are ALREADY sweating.


wish me luck, girls. It's finally becoming a reality. The next post I blog will include pictures from the airport. IS THIS REAL LIFE?!?!?!?!