My little sister has been plotting a trip to Sofia for ages and she threatened to bring along our dAd (<a title="dAd" href="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/2010/08/08/mom-dad/">wonder why I call him dAd?</a> You're not alone). Now I say threatened only because my dAd doesn't really <em>do</em> travel. People come to him. He's awesome like that. Oh and because he owns his own small business (hello, antique store) it's harder for him to wrap his head around traveling. Anyhow, I thought that my sister C. was going to come last summer but then she got a new job and her uber-responsible self decided that in no way shape or form could she ask for three weeks off to travel after only working at the new job for a month. Did I teach her that? So I couldn't be happier that my dAd and sister arrive in Sofia on Friday. This said I had a little heart attack when my dAd announced during regular Sunday night skype date: I'll see you in three days. Me: What?! Three days? Long pause. dAd: Yes. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. Then I fly out on Thursday. Me: Oh. Three days until the flight and then I'll see you Friday. By this count, I'll see my dAd and sister in two days. I have a lot to do between then and now but I couldn't be happier.