**post-edit: dear traci, carie and sissy. DON'T read this. there are things below that you don't want to know about. love, candice.
september 26th?? really? wow.
we are just burning through september!
so it's finally time: to celebrate being 40. cause who doesn't love that?! my childhood friends and i decided to celebrate all of us turning the big 4-0 this year by going on a trip together. girls only.
one of the MOST apropos parts of this trip was how long it's taken us to find a time we can all go. in fact, one of us is almost 41. because it involves 3 husbands, 8 kids, 3 jobs, 1 med school graduation, 1 move across the country, i mean boss, and 4 dogs.
so, while we've all dealt with (battled with) our birthdays at various times during this year, our trip is going down a couple of weeks from now.
so everyone who lives in town came over today, to "make plans". it was quite an eye-opener for me. about how far removed i've become from my old life. or maybe just life. new or old. because when i got the "we're coming to your house during nap-time to make plans" text, i thought it was more of "we're going to lay on your couch, drink diet coke, and escape our husbandskidsjobschoolmeanbossdogs. which is an activity i'm always up for.
but when they came, there were legitimate things to talk about. plan. and suddenly i got nervous. i.e.: where the hell is my passport? and what if it is it expired? and how am i going to keep in touch with my kids? i need to get international plan on my phone! and can i pull off my maternity swimsuits? or does old navy have any on sale still? will they fit me? i need some motion sickness patches. lots of them. i need to pay off my credit card. and get a tan. and a pedicure. and where the hell is my passport?
cause who doesn't think about needing a passport to leave the country? me, apparently.
although i'm not sure i can technically blame that one on being removed from my old life, since during the height of my old life, i'm the one who drove into canada for my honeymoom without my passport, either of us, and when we tried to fly home we got put in seperate rooms and questioned by customs "police" about what was on my passport and why i'd gone certain places. only to finally arrive back home, start to unpack my suitcase, and find my passport in the side pocket of my carryon. i'm actually a lot smarter than this post makes me sound. i hope.
so i'm glad my friends are still on the ball. and that they came today and opened my eyes. a little bit so that i can get it together and start helping/contributing to our trip details. but mostly so i can hurry to old navy tomorrow and see if they have any swimsuits that will fit me.
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