No longer freaking out E style

It’s finally here, Train Guy found us a room at a beautiful Inn in town and so we’re off to Nantucket. I have outfits to wear, those clothes sort of fit and I can’t wait for four days of not worrying about a thing except making a good impression on his family and trying not to look like a giant.

Did I mention that Train Guy’s family is on the shorter side and well, I’m not? I will be a full five feet eleven inches in my heels and will tower over poor TG too – he’s a whopping 5’9”; 5’ 10” if he poofs his hair up (or if you’re a Fletch fan, “with the afro.”).In fact, I was out with his Mom once and was wearing low heels and she said, “You’re a giant!” Thanks so much. I used to think I was average and I certainly don't have enough neuroses to deal with so thanks for adding my height to the ever growing list.

Anyhoo, I’ll be relaxing, biking, shopping, enjoying the beach, and relishing in the fact that I won’t have access to the Internet for 4 full days. If things go well and we actually get a half way decent photo of us I may have to come out of the blogging closet and show myself…. we’ll see….. but not if I look like a giant.