I'm coming George!

In zero minus ninteen hours I will be departing Siloam Springs, America- home of the dry county no-chain restaurant havin', no shoppin' selection, and enough backwoods kennel breeders to fill up New York City- and heading to OKC to meet my wonderful, handsome, and ever-so-good to me boyfriend and head to the George Strait concert in the Big D. Well, technically I think it's in Arlington but I haven't googled the exact address. That might be a good idea to look up before I leave. Nevertheless, I am taking one quarter of my closet with me for a short 48 hour adventure and looking forward to singing every last song on the play list at the top of my lungs (just kidding to those who are accompanying me).

This eagerness reminds me that I live the for the weekends these days. Is that normal? It's a little sad and a little crazy if it is, especially for someone who works every other weekend. Hmmm. Did I mention that I have a four-day weekend on the most important day of the year -- July 18th of course. We must party. Any ideas?