I leave for Texas in two weeks. Whoo-hoo!
I'm interviewing a petsitter for Rocky tomorrow. I know, I know, it sounds kind of ridiculous, but so far nobody has volunteered to stop by my house twice a day, dish out smelly cat food, clean up cat puke, and scoop out the litterbox. Hmmm, I wonder why?
Because the petsitter is coming over tomorrow, I've been housecleaning like crazy. I mean, my place isn't really dirty or anything (at least not to me!), but I've been noticing all the little stuff that tends to build up (like cobwebs, and dust, and fingerprints on cabinets. And dustbunnies!). Stuff that I usually don't pay all that much attention to. I hope she doesn't think I'm a complete slob. And I don't know why I'm worried about it. I mean, it's not like I'm living in a landfill or something. Why do we women think we are judged by the cleanliness of our houses? Are we? So much for feminism.
Oh, and should I pack my camera in my checked luggage, or take it on the plane as carry-on? I mean, it's kind of bulky, so it makes sense to check it, but I know people who have had their cameras stolen out of their luggage. Any advice?
And I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow. I'm thinking about getting it cut even shorter. Because I am insane.