Tchuβ!

That’s the informal version of goodbye in  German.  It’s pronounced “choo-ss” (in case you were wondering, which you probably weren’t but now if it ever comes up on Jeopardy!  you can shout it at the TV and feel smarter than Ken What’s-his-face).  IN English, it’s spelled Tchuss.  Why tchuss, you ask?  Because Indy and I are headed to the good old US of A tomorrow!  For a month!  Holy cow.  We have a 9 hour flight, a 5 hour layover and another 2 hour flight.  I may have to consume an alcoholic beverage or two on the flight.  I know they’re bad for me (you know, dehydration and whatnot), but if you’ve ever spent 9 hours on a plane with a very chatty 6 year old, you’d understand.  Plus, drinks are free on trans-Atlantic flights.

Have I finished packing?  Nope.  I’m trying (really hard) to put everything into one suitcase because we’re taking the train to Frankfurt and I don’t want to have to lug too much through the terminals (we have to change trains once), but it’s just not working.  Where do I pack all my shoes?  Speaking of shoes, I bought some GORGEOUS shoes yesterday.  They are acid green satin tennis shoes with about a 3 inch spike heel.  I almost drooled when I saw them.  They spoke to me.  “Mom in High Heels!”  They called. “You know you want us!  Look how cool we are.  Look how unusual we are.  Come to us.  Try us on.  You know you want to.  Resistance is futile”   First off, how they knew my blog name is beyond me, but I really did have to have them.   I tried them on.  I loved them.  They came home with me.  Now I just have to figure out how to get them in my luggage.

I’ll see you all on the other side of the pond.  Have a lovely Monday.

Oh, and for those of you who commented on my previous post, I want to say thanks for your warm wishes and concern for my health.  I’m sure I’ll be full of iron and pip soon. 

Tchuβ!