As many of you have noticed, I’ve been running a countdown on the right side of this blog, noting the time when me, three of my cousins, one cousin-to-be, my uncle and my dad will be jumping out of “a perfectly good airplane.” Well it never felt so real until today, when I finally made the reservations. Mark your calendars kids, because on Saturday, July 17 at 9 a.m., I will be strapped to a (hopefully hot) tandem skydiver, basically saying, “it’s alright if I die today.”
I’ve never been so scared in my whole frickin’ life. Guys, I’m sorry. But it’s nice to know my family will humor me through mild-to-severe emotional breakdowns.