Are. You. Kidding. Me?!?!?!?!!!

So here's the good thing about being given 4 weeks notice on going to Kenya: not enough time to really think about it and panic (especially with a show and a new job happening at the same time). So yay for less time to stress.
The down side? When you finally find out that you need a visa (in addition to your passport) you have only TWO WEEKS to get one!! Yep -- read about that today in a packet of information that I was mailed. Today. Two weeks to go. Oh-my-gosh. Guess they overlooked that little piece of information when they told me all I needed was my passport and a multitude of shots.
So I made a couple of phone calls, ran out to get some passport photos (you need two with the visa application), and filled out reams of papers. Now I have to be at either the UPS store or the post office at the break of dawn so I can send this package to Washington D.C. with next day service.
Want to know the absolute worst thing about all of this?
Cut to 3 weeks ago:
Hubby: Hey, don't you need to get a visa to go to Kenya?
Me: No, he said all I need is my passport and shots.
Hubby: Are you sure? Didn't the girls have to get visas when they went in May?
Me: If I needed a visa I'm sure they would've told me. I must not need one.
Hubby: No, you need to get a visa.
Me: (totally put out and huffy with the know-it-all) I don't need a visa! They told me ALL I needed was my passport and shots. How many times have YOU gone to Africa? Oh, that's right, NONE!
Hubby: I still think you need a visa.

Yep, he-was-(gulp)-right. And I was a big girl and told him so when he came home.
It went like this:
Me: Well, you were totally right.
Hubby: About what?
Me: I need a visa.
Hubby: I'm sorry --- what? I'm a little deaf in this ear (liar!). Could you please repeat that a bit louder?
Me: -----totally unprintable and unchristian, but I'm sure you get the idea.

Yes, that was the worst part. Almost.

Little did I know that the worst was yet to come. I read the next page in my info packet.
Under the section entitled, "What will I wear?"
(and I quote .....) "Nairobi, though located on the equator enjoys very moderate temperatures due to its high altitude. A jacket may be desired in the mornings and evenings. You will need to pack lightly. Each team member will be allowed only a regulation size carryon bag; YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO CHECK A BAG (emphasis mine)."

What the .................??!!! I must've read that wrong. No way could it say that I, a woman traveling to a foreign country for TEN DAYS, can't check a bag. No. Way.
But, alas, it did. I think I started hyperventilating. The first major panic attack. Just when I thought I was handling this whole thing amazingly well.
And then God said, "I need a good laugh today. Let's mess with txmomx6."
I have to think of a way to buck the system. Maybe I'll just wear seven sets of clothes on the plane. Isn't that the secret to almost anything? Layering?
Help!!!!!!!