Thanks, Dad...

Today I had my first little panic attack about forgetting something. Honestly, what I needed wasn't life altering, but I figured if dad can just go into my closet and grab a couple of things for me and then send them out of his warehouse on Monday, then no harm, no foul. So, I called him and had him send 2 tank tops, one brown and one white. It sounds excessive, but the brown one is needed for about 5 outfits and the white one, well, white goes with everything. I also had him send my magic mud peel-off mask from Biotherm, because skin care is a high priority for me, especially with the dry plane air and cigarette smoke that permeates the whole of the continent. (This is dad on the left, with me during my first Christmas morning when I could actually sit upright without help.) So, thanks dad, for helping me whenever I ask. Thanks for the money you gave me for my trip, for letting me take over your house, for dealing with the insurance company and my car, and for your unending support through all of my kooky adventures. You're a peach and I love you. P.S. I'LL BE CAREFUL!