So my mom was asking me what my plans are for the today and tomorrow (my last two days before airplanes take a day away from me) and I started spouting out all this stuff my friend and I were planning to do on Friday in preparation for a lovely New Years Eve party. (Yay, French macarons!)
"Well if you're going to do all that stuff on Friday then you had better pack tomorrow."
Shit... She's right. I hate it when she does that.