well, i will be fleeing work by 6:30pm at the latest tomorrow night - O'Boy™ is picking me up at 8pm... at my apartment...
eh... unfortunately, i haven't really been around on the weekends for the past 2 months to work on the cleaning.... and when i've gotten home from work during the week... cleaning is the last thing on my mind...
my hope is that i will be spruced up and ready by the time he rings my doorbell and that i can just say "okay! let's hit the road, jack" (no. his name isn't jack)
looking like i am going to be up straightening the apartment... just in case i still have eyeliner to slap on. while he waits on my couch....
crud. this means i am going to have to move the 85% finished horse-crossing-river jigsaw puzzle that i opted to work on instead of vacuuming the flat.
*sigh*
why's he have to be a gentleman picking me up at my door and all?!
(heh... yay!)

