And here is the hard part…what do you take with you? I don’t honestly think anything is going to happen to our house, but what if it does? So what do I take?

Well, I know for sure I’m taking:

-my cat

-my computer

-most of my photo albums

-a framed picture from March of 1998 of my sister, my dad and I

-the only video I have of my dad

-my autographed copy of Bill Bryson’s Notes from A Small Island

-marathon medals

-my bridesmaid’s dress for my sister’s wedding

-my bathroom scale (hey, look, I will always weigh in on the same scale, hurricane or no…)

-various bits & pieces like cell phone charger, etc.

and of course some clothes and medicine and toiletries and makeup (well, some of it is fancy!)

But what about

-my books?

-my favorite purse (a Paul Frank handbag with the Union Jack on one side. I never use it, but I love it.)

-my shoes? (eh, forget the shoes. It’s not like I have any Manolo Blahniks. I think I can live without my Payless collection.)

-all of my London souvenirs?

But you know, as I make this list out, I realize there aren’t many things on the “what about…” list. I can live without my knicknacks, my CDs, my favorite clock, my extensive collection of old running shoes. At least I’ll have the important things. George, Stinky, and Bill Bryson.

I still don’t know if I’m supposed to be going to work today. I reckon I’d better go take a shower, though, and head over there. Don’t want to get fired after three weeks!

Okay, just heard from work people. Don’t have to go in. Woo! And as it turns out, we’re going to Baton Rouge, not Arkansas. At least at first. I really don’t think I could handle Stinky mewing for 8-20 hours, however long it would take to get up there. As it is, the 2 hour trip (I hope hope hope) to Baton Rouge will be bad enough.

Must go pack now…