Elizabeth November 23rd, 2007

That’s not a metaphor, I really am. Tomorrow Tim & I are heading to Brisbane for about 40 hours, and I’m pretty sure that every one of those hours has been allocated to something or somebody. It’s going to be such a blur, but I’m looking forward to it. Dad turns 60 next week so we’re going to go out for dinner and stuff.

Tomorrow will be a really, really long day. Our flight is at 7am, so we’ll be leaving the house around 5:30 in the morning. The day will be spent hauling Tim around Brisbane to meet various branches of the extended family, and then we’re going out to dinner tomorrow night. We are going to crash so hard when we get home. Thankfully my uncle offered to pick us up and take us there so that we won’t be lugging our suitcases on the tram and catching a bus from the city! It will make things so much easier.

Actually, a bunch of people have been really generous in making this weekend easier. Mum actually booked our tickets as a surprise, my uncle will drive us to the airport and my friend is going to puppysit for us here. She came over this afternoon so that we could show her how to start our dumb oven and give her the key. If she wasn’t helping us out we probably would have had to give Harry the remote and the number for Pizza Hut, but as clever as he is he may have struggled without opposable thumbs.

And seeing as there’s only a few hours between now and when my uncle arrives to pick us up, and I haven’t even started packing yet, I should probably get right on that. I’ll find time tomorrow to write something from Brisbane, and will probably update Twitter pretty regularly (over there on the sidebar).

OK. Procrastination ends n

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