You may be wondering how I came to this conclusion (or you might not be, but stick with me here).
To give you an idea of who you’re dealing with:
I always have a list.
I overpack. I pack for my husband because there’s no way he knows how many pairs of socks he actually needs. I have at least two back-up plans, and, yes, I am nervous that I have forgotten my emergency snack. You see, I worry. BUT, I try to be the most prepared worrier possible. That makes me a good worry wart, the kind you still want to hang out with because I probably brought an extra water bottle for you. Right?
When my husband and I decided we wanted