Utter Shit

- My new favorite word is poached.  I said it about 137 times yesterday.  Yeah…I can’t explain it either.

- I am about to jump in the shower for the date with the vet.  Last night as I fell asleep, I tried to conjure up worst case scenario (him calling me fat to my face).

- After that I decided to recite a new mantra – I can only be me.  I cannot change to be what he might want.  And if he hates me, I will be ok (humiliated, but ok!)

- I also decided that if there is no chemistry, I will try to talk real estate and sell him a house instead.  Because if I am not going to be making out with him, I want to make a paycheck off of him.

- I saw 17 houses today.  That is a lot.  I saw them in 3 hours.  That is fast.