Oh Germany, you are slipping. Even your windows and Walker, Texas Ranger might not keep you afloat through your lack of sleep and insurance claims. When you wake me up at 5:02am with a throat-clenching cold and then again at 6:09am by people playing cow bells, whistles, and vuvuzelas (How I despise the vuvuzelas.) with enough vigor to make a soccer hooligan proud, and then send those same people out again at 6:27am to repeat their little parade. I am sitting in my room just clinging to the ounce of hope I have that you will let me return to sleep for just a few more minutes before I have to crack my eyelids and start worrying about how I am going to afford your ridiculously awesomely expensive insurance that I can only turn down if I never plan on needing it ever again. In my life. Ever.
I have been awake for twenty minutes, dear Germany, and these are the first thoughts you have given me to move forward with in my day.
I kind of want to kick you in the shin.
PS Alles Gute zum Geburtstag, Mom. I tried calling yesterday to say I love you and eat some cake for me.
Meet Rebecca
- Rebecca
- Amateur blogger (yes, there are professionals) who started with a travel blog that quickly degenerated into blabbering. Along with a life goal of surfing with Eddie Vedder, attending BlogHer is now on my list.
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