It appears I will be going to Buffalo this weekend, no ifs ands or buts.
I shouldn't complain because it's a great opportunity to spend a weekend with Mike, just hanging out without a care in the world.
But all I can think about is the laundry that needs to get done, the Christmas presents that need to be wrapped, the floor that needs to be mopped, and the bathroom that needs to be cleaned.
I don't know why I worry about all of this, it's not like I am having guests over or anything like that. I'm not even hosting Christmas at my house. So why do I worry?
Your guess is as good as mine, but I am going to bet my anxiousness about my house is somehow related to being Cuban.
If I can't figure it out, blame it on the Cuban-ness.