This morning, my Love says, "Hey, let's go to the condo for the weekend."
I feel like a cad complaining, but I'm a control freak. I like to plan. I only like to be spontaneous if *I* am the one doing the spontaneous stuff because I've planned like hell in my head!
I have so much to do. I'm not a "throw a few things" in a bag and take off kind of girl. I *think* I am, but today I'm realizing that I'm not.
I'm a control freak and a planner.
But I'm a control freak and a planner that's spending a three day weekend on the Redneck Riviera.