Bobsledding in hell, flying pork products, blue moons, and such...

Omigawd, omigawd! I have a date!

I am meeting The Wee One (when she reads this I'm SO getting kicked for that alias) in D.C. tomorrow afternoon!

And she's cute and smart and funny... and omigawd I'm so excited!

And kinda a little bit nervous. What if make an ass of myself and frighten her and then she will have to make up some excuse to run far, far away from me? ("Um, I have to go... my cat is on fire.") What if my innate ability to get lost kicks in and I can't find the damn Metro station (even though there're signs EVERYWHERE and it's one of the easiest things in the world to find)? What if a great big meteor comes crashing down to Earth, destroying us both?

Okay, okay, breathe. It'll be fiiiine.

Wheeeeee!

Cue girly shrieking, hopping around, waving arms about (not to be confused with the famed monkey run ), inadvertantly knocking things over, and saying "omigawd!" a lot.

OMIGAWD!