I'm really starting to get into the freelance gig. I just ate tomatoes and rotini and watched Seventh Heaven. Now I'm drinking Mountain Dew Code Red (tm) and trying to remember how old my socks are. No one else has the inconvenience of being master of my time. I am in complete control of the daylight hours of my life!

Jeff and I are jumping on a train Thursday morning. We have decided to celebrate the end of our two months of unemployment by going to Kansas City for the weekend. I am trying to talk him into reenacting the train scenes from North by Northwest as we travel. He does a mean Cary Grant impression, and I'm trying to learn how to apply lipstick like Eva Marie Saint.

What Jeff doesn't know is that I've hired a crop duster to chase him through the streets of Kansas City.

The honeymoon is over.