(Y'all are welcome to any hair metal bands or Arrested Development references you want to take from the post title, by the way.)

This is my last week at the old job... and everyone else in the office is in Atlanta for our big conference and won't be in for the rest of the week. I am simultaneously holding down the fort and planning my escape. It's a very weird feeling. On the plus side, I've had a lot of time to reorganize my files for people who aren't familiar with the inner workings of my mind and clean out my secret junk food stash without anyone interrupting.

Of course, I'm also counting down to Thanksgiving vacation, which will mark my first visit back to Oklahoma in 11 1/2 months. I have been obsessing over eating at El Tequila and Taco Bueno so much, The Boyfriend really wants to try them, too. (Not this trip, though, so my OK people can calm down.) Boyfriend also pointed out the other day that my voice changed when talking about the fried mushrooms at Hideaway, but c'mon -- it is fried mushrooms and honey mustard sauce. I'm going to a Homer Simpson place just thinking about them. And my dog! My dog will be there! (Not at the restaurants, obviously.)

Yes, of course there will be people there I want to see, but I can't call/email/Facebook any of the above mentioned things so it doesn't feel like it's been so long. (Besides, 3/5 of the family was here in August. It actually hasn't been so long.) Now I've got myself all worked up and I still have a week to go. Guess I'll just have to go dream about Mexican food.