Hope it All Goes Well

We are supposed to be going away this weekend. Samson's bag is packed, mine is not. Samson's outfit for tomorrow is picked it, mine is not. Samson is bathed, his hair is combed, his bows are straightened out and my things are all over the place, not even resembling any kind of order. So, we are off to Connecticut for the weekend. Hopefully, things will go well between Mysterious Ex and I. Hopefully things will go well between my bathing suits and I (god, that's an understatement). So, a weekend of beach, sun, fun and boating will hopefully make things between us go well. I guess we'll have to see.