I realize that 1) there is often a big white space before my posts show up and 2) there are a couple spelling/grammatical mistakes in the one from August 1st. Too bad.

Ryan's out of town this weekend. So, my weekend is now booked more solidly than I've ever booked a weekend before. Here's the plan:

Friday (today): After work, help my brother pick up his brand new used Mitsubishi Eclipse Spyder, a hot little red convertible number that I'll hopefully get to drive. Later on, go pick up one of my only remaining high school friends in town, Jen, and head to Illusions to meet an old Lake Compounce buddy and country-line dance the night away (it's hot, trust me - SUGGESTIVE country line dancing). Little sister having a sleepover, expect house to be infested with 13 year-old girls.

Saturday: A much anticipated visit to what Julie and I have been calling the "oven fixer" in the morning - it's actually a doctor's office, the kind with stirrups. In the afternoon, rug shopping for school with the J girls (Jess and Julie) and then a Sex and the City girls' night at my mom's cousin's house in Watertown, where I will be house/dog/catsitting for the rest of the weekend. I'm watching a house, two psycho cats, and a geriatric dog who might die on me, poop in the house, or both.

Sunday: My grandmother's 70 or 80-something birthday (I think 76 or 77), with a guarantee to be woken up by around 6 by aforementioned geriatric dog. Ryan comes home at night.

Monday: Woken up again by fuzzy geriatric dog alarm clock, feed the zoo, off to Simsbury for last week of work at The Hartford.....in Simsbury.