Spent much of the day packing much of our stuff.
Husband just said OUT LOUD that it should be a pretty easy trip home (Saturday-Sunday).
There’s nothing to be done. It can’t be unsaid. Unless somebody knows the antidote….Some kind of chant? Make him drink a concoction of beetle wings and eye of newt? Quick. Somebody help us!
Because otherwise we might as well just stay here cuz there’s no way we’re even going to make it home now.