Preparation for SexFest 2004 (as I've taken to calling it) has begun:
Why is going away so much bloody work?
I've done more laundry, folding, dry-cleaning runs and packing than is really necessary. Just got home from Crap-Mart where every skeeve and their family was at today. ::shudder:: Am now packing the youngest childrens' snacks and lunches for this week, as I don't want the in-laws to have to worry about feeding my children. (Thank GAWD for the cafeteria for the eldest boy!)
Must now dress appropriately for the granny's 95th b-day party at some swanky Italian restaurant. (Who planned this fete? Sheesh! You can't take 5 great-grandchildren there!)
Was going to regale you with stories about my new Hair and Philly outfits, but have now deemed it ultra-boring and shall just whine endlessly.
Heard from BF from NYC who can't meet me for lunch on Tuesday or Wednesday. Am waiting to hear back if my writerly buddy can come from Jersey to meet me. Would love to meet somebody (no axemurders, thanks) while away.
Feel even sadder because I have to take work along with me. Shall be taking piccies of historic bells and such while sending off articles on foot care and summer cosmetics. Am still planning on stalking Jennifer Weiner while she's out walking her dog, so I can become her BFF even if I do live 7 hours away. Heeee!