Tomorrow, The Boyfriend and I are leaving on our first vacation together.
I'm excited, and a little nervous. He's going to learn a lot about me.
He doesn't know that I'm like a paparazzo with my camera.
He doesn't know that I can talk for the entire twenty hour drive.
He doesn't know that I might scream for the entire zip line.
And worst of all...
He doesn't know how much I overpack.
That's why I insisted that we drive in the truck instead of the Mustang, not because I was worried about comfort but because I was worried about the small trunk fitting all of my shoes.
I can't wait.
I should probably go pack.