I am talking about my upcoming vacation. I am ready to go right now. I have not quite reached my goal, but I did go from a size 10 (12 if I were 100% honest) to a size 4. I think that is still worthy of major celebration. My SIL has admitted that she will not be bikini ready for the trip and that put me majorly at ease with my body because I won't feel outdone, especially considering her penchant for gloating.
The icing on the cake, however, was yesterday. My main coworker was put yesterday. I got a call 10 minutes before group letting me know that she hurt herself while moving this weekend. Yeah, right! That chica just did not want to come to work. She was probably tired, but I doubt she was hurting beyond muscle soreness from moving boxes. Then I get home and my mother wants to start chewing me out it is not that what she wanted was not important. It is that I listen to people fuss and complain all day. I need a break before I get it at home. I am too tired to do a back a forth and then when I ask what she wants she tells me that I am missing her point.
Ian not sure what the song is really about because I only heard it once on Dancing with the Stars, but Mr. Legend summed up my feelings perfectly. "I'm ready to go right now!"
