Obsessing

I'm officially obsessed with planning this trip. And I'm obsessed with buying things for the trip, it seems, which could be trouble.

I've bought another handbag, shoes, a rain jacket, perfume, clothes-- all with the trip in mind. And I've got my eye on a good pair sneakers. Like I don't already have sneakers. It's out of control.

In other news, I got my passport. So, that lady in the county clerk's office can shove it. My picture wasn't too brown and my birth certificate was apparently sufficiently long. That was a relief.