Are you sure I look ok? Absolutely positive?

I was blabbering.

It was only 7:45 a.m. Technically 6:45 a.m. by central time standards as I slathered on the sunscreen and unleashed run-on sentence after run-on sentence. Muttering. Fidgeting. Pacing my hotel room. Wringing my hands. Stopping dead in my tracks from time to time to bombard Seth with the question,

"Do I look ok?"

And then,

"I'm so nervous."

Due to my late arrival into the wonderful world of Disney, Seth was the only one awake to welcome me to paradise. So when the *beep beep beep* of the alarm clock rang at 7 a.m. Saturday morning, my stomach was already in knots. It was Judgment Day.

As my mom so kindly pointed out, I have gotten along more than just fine with my friends' moms since birth. There was no reason whatsoever for the unexplicable fear of what Seth's mom would be like, and more importantly, whether or not she'd like me. Yet still I stood in the entrance to the hotel room. Paralyzed by fear and a deadly case of the stomach butterflies.

Lucky for Seth, he managed to wrangle me out of the room, to the elevator, through the hallway and into the continental breakfast area where I proceeded to turn my fidgeting into nervously digesting a bagel and cream cheese. And so I sat. On the verge of nervous tears. Until the Terrific Twosome appeared and there was The Mom.

"Hi, I'm Susan."