Waiting for my honeybunch to walk in the front door

Ok, I admit it. I am giddy.

My roommate who's been in Kenya for the last six weeks is getting home tomorrow. Since I got home from work today ("work" is school, I sit around looking at this enormous spreadsheet model we have for our Thailand project) I have been busting my ass getting the house in order for her homecoming.

I labored in the backyard for about three hours this afternoon. Strange discovery: Our backyard has some basic infrastructure for a watering system - there's some black hoses pegged around the perimeter of the yard with some baby feeder tubes spiking off of it. Strange, considering the yard is basically an oversize petrie dish for weeds, bugs, and encroaching vines. What would you possibly want to water out there? I digress...

Then I went to the grocery store to get her favorite foods and a whole lot of fruits and vegetables. Apparently, a cholera outbreak during week 2 of her stay in Kenya made it very dangerous to eat anything that grows in the ground. So she's been living off starch and fried remnant meat for the last month.

I made a fruit salad. I am marinating chicken. I am chilling wine. Next step is to clean the bathroom and make sure her entry back into western civilization is as smooth and wrinkle free as her laundry I just tossed in the dryer (jk).

No, we aren't a couple. Just good friends I tell you. But I don't think I every cleaned up or made merry so much for any of my old boyfriends.