I’m waiting on N to finally be ready to leave. It’s nearly nine o’clock and I told him I wanted to leave BY nine o’clock… Not AT nine o’clock. Grr… When will I ever learn? I should have told him I wanted to leave by eight. Then maybe we might have left by 8:30. I’m anxious to get going, as we have a three hour drive ahead of us and I’d like to be there before lunch… Looks like we’ll be pushing it. Especially since he says he needs to stop and get cash and Starbuck’s. 😦 Does he not know how crazy he’s making me?!?