Bright and early this Thursday morning, a car will be sent for me. It will take me to the non-commercial Teterboro Airport in New Jersey where I will board a small charter plane, Passport in tow. I will then depart for an eight hour flight to France where I will spend four days in the countryside with six new friends. All meals will be prepared for me without the snap button of my wallet ever making a sound and I might even get to look out the windows once in a while.
See, I'll be letting French grad students conduct a clinical research study on my body, testing the effects of an FDA approved drug on jetlag. I'll be restricted to stay between the white walls of their facility, but considering I'll look like an alien with wires attached to every available surface of my body, that's fine by me. I don't think I'd be able to find a handsome French sugar daddy with sensors glued to my cheek bones. Ah... cest la vi...
I'll be debt free by December.
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Megan Elizabeth! You're going to do WHAT? No. I don't want you to do this. I don't ONE BIT want you to do this.
You're not going to do this.
Meggie, it doesn't sound safe. Listen to me. The French don't even like Americans all that much.
I don't want you to take some experimental drug. I don't want you getting on some chartered plane. I don't want you going to France.
Call them back this minute and tell them you've changed your mind.
You're not going to do this.
I'm not going to let you do this.
Meggie, please don't do this.
I love you,
Grandma Jo
There have been times when I thought of selling my soul just to pay off the last of my debt. Don't you think this is a safer bet?
Oh Grandma... I knew your hands would be ringing, your worries ablaze. But I can assure you I have looked into it, and this is the safest research study a human being could possibly do. That includes the plane ride too. You know that your chances are something like 90% higher of death in a car than a plane?
I promise, if I feel any threats (and my guards will be high) I will take one of those credit cards I paid off and max it out on a trip back home on a safe, commercial flight.
And chances are, I'll be given a placebo pill.
Love you.
Mon sucr'e audacieux petite-fille, vous faire moi demence. DEMENCE!
Amour,
Grand-maman
BIG LAUGHS!
The best translation I could find:
"My audacious sugar e granddaughter to make you me dwelling. INSANITY!"
But I get the point. And i have good news... The doctor just called to let me know I might not be cleared for the trip after all. My sleeping patterns may not fit the bill. :(
God BLESS that good doctor and your weird sleep patterns. I feel so much better.
Let me know the minute you know for sure you're not going.
I love you, my dear beautiful Meggie. I love you very much.
Grandma...
I leave for France in the morning. It has been confirmed.
I'll email you the socond I get home.
Meggie
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