Less than a week to go and I'm still not completely packed. You know this is sending me over the edge of sanity.

My dog is awesome. Really. The vet said so. She said, and I quote: "It's nice to see a perfect dog once in a while." Win.

Matt went on a camping trip with his XC team on Thursday. I'm convinced he's been eaten by a bear. No cell contact for two days and I'm having real issues. He's supposed to be back home today around 2pm. It's nearly 1pm and he hasn't txtd or called yet... I'm certain there is a bear involved.

Today: Finish packing, clean car, look for lost money to fund my trip.

Tomorrow: Cry because we couldn't find any money, clean house, collapse in exhaustion.

My weekend is so covered.