Ok, the Plan is to abandon the ship as soon as the bell rings at 3:30. Go home, fluff and buff a little bit. . . take care of the dogs and perhaps clean the bathroom. I know, you are wondering why I would take the time to clean the bathroom in the midst of preparing for big date #2. . . but I am also trying to get healthy and free of illness and I figure my home is a petri dish at this point, so I'll change the sheets and fumigate the bathroom this afternoon.
Head over to his hotel and go to dinner. . . I'm not planning on too late of a night since I have a bit of a marathon for this weekend. The stress of all of this alone could send me into a relapse, so I have to take it easy.
Tomorrow morning I'll get up and clean the kitchen and vacuum. Maybe lysol the joint too. Not sure of the plan for tomorrow, but I'm working on it.
The specific plan for tomorrow? Who cares? The general plan for the entire weekend should, of course, be dishing to us. I'm totally living vicariously through you. This is so exciting!
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