WildeChicks rock my face off.  I’m just sayin’.

So I threw some stuff together this morning in anticipation of tonight’s trip, and I (inevitably) forgot a bunch.  These things are pretty vital, including (but in no way limited to): toothbrush, tennis shoes, and laptop.  We do have high-speed internet in the hotel, and it would just be fitting to do a bit of live blogging to keep y’all informed as to what mischeif we find.

I had some messed up dreams last night.  MESSED UP.  Bryan is under the weather, and as a result, was making a bit of racket last night, so I moved to the couch. (Yes, we have a spare bed, but it’s covered with clothes.  And I wanted to cuddle with Mabel anyway.) The minute I fell asleep, I had one of those dreams that are so ungodly real (it was about Drake Ave actually becoming very Bourbon St-esque after dark, and some man wandered into my house drunk) and then when you wake up, you’re in the setting of your dream.  I was freaking out.

For, like, a minute.

Then I was fine.

So I crawled back into bed.  Not that was I scared or anything, mind you.  I just.. you know.. like being.. there.

I can’t wait for him to move in.  Just cannot wait.  It’s so nice to come home to him.

I’m hoping before the holidays, because, DAMN, that house would be decorated to the hilt, if we combine Christmas stuff.

I’m rambling.  Sorry.