11 hours to take off

Well, it's looking more likely than ever now. It's 10.45pm, I'm just back from 'date night' with a rather tired hubby and the alarm is set for 5.15am. Not that I'll probably get much kip – I am both over-excited and the brightest red ever today, a delectable combination of my last set of rouge-inducing steroids for 13 days (Billy bonus) and having been facially waxed within an inch of my life by Lulu at Regal Nails. A pocket sized Vietnamese skin assassin, game on for dealing with the beard-effects of said steroids… Man oh man I now shine like a luminous glowy thing, and not entirely in a good way.
Bag is packed, bursting with tonics as we'll be getting in a pre-emptive bottle of Tanq at LHR, as I hear Tennessee only sells hard liquor made in its own state. Which is fine for the odd Jack Daniels but it's always worth having a G&T about your person, I find… We've been caught out by that 'two beers please', 'two root beers coming right up' bizarre US conversation before…
Can't wait for
– Sawgrass Mills mall
– the Dixie Hoedown
– the Dollywood water park
– dawn in the Smkey Mountsins, as I fruitlessly search for a tuna breakfast bagel
– a pink colada on a subbed, in actual sunshine
– being able to swim in a pool, as my chest should now be pain free enough to allow not sinking
– Our groundHog day same every year lunch at the Cheesecake Factory, where we've never ever had the actual cheesecake
– Miami cocktails as we people watch the extremes of the world go by
– nailing a Kate Spade summer handbag, or shoes or any accessory that doesn't require me being my pre-treatment normal size and shape
– and not being at PS 5 times a bloody week, that's a massive bonus all by itself
Keep your fingers crossed it all goes ok and the £1100 travel insurance is not called upon. Quite happy not to get my money's worth there if at all possible.
Have a good week folks, back Fri 24th X X