Going to Eat Cake

Yippee!!!! With in a short, very short amount of time I will be eating a very large piece of cake with a very special someone!!! I want to shout from the roof tops about how excited I am! My man is a comin' home. Yippy yi yo ki... whatever cowfolk say when they are bustin' at the seams....
I was thinking today about how funny girls can be when their men are coming home. For instance, I made appointments to get things waxed, bought a new outfit, got my hair done. I am planning to clean the house, make a special dinner. The list goes on. I was concerned about my mental stability, until I talked to a few other ladies in the same perdicament. I am not alone. At least I am still going to work, one lady quit her job, work was not going to give her time off to get stuff done so she told them to shove it.. that is a bit extreme. I mean now when the initial "your home I love you" stage is over, they will fight about the loss of job and she will have to find a new one, silly girl. So even though I am having painful wax procedures done I am still regretfully going to work. It is good to know that I am at least 60% sane. The other percents, according to my cake eating man was never there anyway......