Go. Well, it's August 8th: D-Day. In a few hours, I'll be on my way to meet up with my Hombre in Washington DC. We're there until Wednesday, and then we fly back to New York together. By the way, we're staying in a hotel for the first few nights! There will be no saucy details following our rendezvous; your imaginations can tell you all you need to know.

I'm leaving my laptop behind. It's going to miss me immensely, I know. I've already started some counseling sessions with it; we're really tackling separation anxiety right now. Time apart can be healthy, so I really feel like this next week is going to be a good time of growth for ol' lappy.

There will still be action on my blog while I'm gone; maybe Mandy and Cathi will even blog-sit for me. So don't disappoint me with a lack of comment conversations. Half the fun of coming home will be reading what evereybody's written. (Only half? Who am I kidding?!)

I'll miss you guys this week, but I'll have my man (who I've missed for 11 weeks!) so it's a fair trade. I can't wait to see his gorgeous eyes.

On that note, I'm off to finish packing.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do!

Done.