Don't you hate when you plan something, and you're super excited for it, and everything seems to be in place and then... BAM! Life happens, and everything turns out wrong.
Friday was an awesome day. It kicked off Mardi Gras, and the Butterflies of 2011 erupted into a complete and EPIC celebration after winning Gym Day: and I mean crying, hugging, screaming, and throwing paper hats into the air. We also second-lined out the gym with our Saints Super Bowl shirts and fist pumped like the champs we were.
And then, things took a turn for the worst.
Remember when I said that I had an adventure planned in which I would cross off several of my goals? Well, no more. I was planning the Road Trip of Awesome that would take eight days to complete and through which I would travel up the southeast. Because sure, it's February, but it's the SOUTH; certainly they won't be getting any bad weather.
Or so I thought. I bet the the wall of snow in Atlanta, Georgia is laughing at me right now. Of all the times for the road to be "unusually treacherous", it must occur on the one week of the year that I plan to do some driving. And to top it off, I am PMSing and in no mood to deal with planning a SECOND trip to make up for this one. I don't want to call and cancel tours or email family and say that we won't be visiting or tell my friends that, sorry, your weather sucks, so I can't come see. I'm more in the mood to say, "Screw you, Virginia." I'll stick to New Orleans. At least we have Mardi Gras, and the Super Bowl Champs, and good weather. And everyone here is in even better spirits than usual.
I plan to spend my week off cooking, and reading, and writing instead, so at least I'll accomplish something.
Ah well... So long to the Road Trip of Awesome, hello to the Week of Nothing...
