I am so excited.  Just very, very excited.  Tingling with excitement.  CANNOT WAIT TO GO.

I told Boss that I’m going to Nashville this weekend (so he would allow me to leave earlier than normal), and he said he partied so hard in Nashville this one time, that when he coughed in a meeting on Monday morning, a smoke ring came out.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is why he’s my hero.  Josh Harper is a close second because he used the word "bang-a-rang" to glorify something and I was oozing pride.

Had a Big Grab of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos for lunch.  Mm hm.  I’m lovin it!

Okay, so indiscriminate tear.. I COULD NOT STAND THOSE MCDONALDS’ COMMERCIALS FOR THE PREMIUM CHICKEN SANDWICHES THAT INVOLVED HOLDING UP A PINKY AND SUMMONING PEOPLE LIKE FLYING MONKEYS.  I hated them doubly after trying the sandwiches and finding them REALLY untasty.  I remember bringing Bryan McDonalds during something up at Lee, and I got him his usual and got me a premium chicken sandwich CRAP meal.  I was lusting after his two cheeseburgers, but refrained.

Cause I love him just that much.  And since I’m italian, that means a lot.  We don’t play about food.

I think here at work, they don’t believe in heat.  My nose is frozen.  I’m dying.

Have I mentioned that I’m excited about this weekend?

I have this one engineer here who is pretty young and green, but God, don’t tell him that.  He is NEVER wrong.  EVER.  Even if he changes his mind on a dime, he’s allowed to do that.  And even if he’s agreeing with you NOW, versus the last week that he was staunchly opposed to you and all you stood for, you are still WRONG.  He drives me nuts.  The thing I want to point out to him is, sweetheart.. your life is so incredibly lame.  It’s crap.  You might make more money than I do or you might .. okay, that’s all .. but look at yourself.  You’re pathetic.  And everyone laughs at you.  But he’s still out there, pleading his case to anyone who will listen.

I shaved my legs last night.  Feel informed.

It paid off this morning.. on my trip to Decatur. (Check, please!)

Does anyone else get freaked out when the ex starts wanting to talk again?

(Before anyone slaughters Bryan, I mean MY ex.)

Not that I don’t adore him, and I wouldn’t mind talking to him.. it’s just strange, trying to pretend that five years didn’t happen.  Rambling again.

I’m wondering now if it isn’t kinda sadistic, eating fish at a restaurant that’s surrounded by giant aquariums.  Look, it’s not gonna keep me from eating, but I was just thinking..

Alright.  Enough is enough.  A little more work and then we HIT THE ROAD!!

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.