The Stars and the Cookie Jar

...'msorry. That song just reminds me of my mother.

The woman who birthed me and followed that up by calling at 6 AM? Despite detailed directions emailed, repeated telephonically and probably telepathically at this point? Is not here.

We're hard to find, mostly because the area's a little weird -- everything is routed around the Pentagon -- but not that hard. And my fiancee gave such good directions that I could follow them in my head, and I don't think like a driver-of-car and have no sense of direction.

However, whenever she shows up, I am ready.

Trash: taken out.
Teeth: cleaned.
Cat Box: de-mined.
Couch: properly pillowed.
Dead Daisies: dispatched.
Christmas and Birthday Gifts, Belated: assembled.