My friends, I’m frazzled. (And I’m not just talking about my hair.)

I’m a figurative chicken running around with her head cut off, trying to get everything done before I hit the road for my extended jaunt o’ Intercontinentaldom. My to-do list has dwindled to some extent, a feat no less than massive, and still I find myself adding more to the neverending list of Things to Do. (Which reminds me – why do I feel the need to title every To-Do list with “Things To Do” . I mean, it couldn’t be mistaken for a list of, say, baby names or people that I never should have dated, unless one of my ex’s was named “Cat Litter.” But I digress.)

I’m a little busy Aubrey bee around here in Hotlanta, where the typical August(!!) heat has caused our daily constitutional of storms to begin popping up around the area. I’m hittin’ the road (via SmellyMARTA, since my coche is enjoying it’s weeklong vacation at CarMax) in an hour, and still have a bag to repack, lunch to eat (ok, MORE lunch to eat – whoever says that Slim Fast fills you up was talking out of their ass), and approximately 938387 work-related items to tend to.

But that’s become status quo around here.

As I begin my sojourn to places familiar and unknown, I am quite concerned about my ability to access the Internet. (We’ve already talked about my addiction in a prior post.) I suppose I could go on a hiatus, a la the charming HelenJane (apparently all the cool kids are doing it) but the thought never crossed my mind. I mean, I could no more go on a hiatus from my site than I could give up French Fries, and anyone who knows my #1 failed New Years Resolution can attest to the fact that it’s not only improbible, it’s impossible.
Still, my access will be limited so these daily posts will become, well, less than daily. Unfortunately. (I know y’all are just waiting with bated breath.)

As such, here are some things that I can’t forget to tell you so in an effort to save time, I return to my much-adored list format.

1. If you’re in the Cleveland, San Francisco, or DC areas in the next week, give me a call or drop me an email at aubrey@aubreysabala.com. I’ll be comin’ to yo’ hood and would love to partake in some delectable beverages. And to hug y’all and stuff.
2. If any of you are planning on making a mountain out of the most ridiculous molehill I’ve ever heard of, a topic that is nothing less than moot at this point and still remains horrifically immature and insane, besides showing that apparently my friendship is a threatening proposition, save it. I’m done.
3. If you’re the lovely person who is watching my menagerie while I’m gone, God Help you with the Cat Litter. You’re a real trooper.
4. If you’re the lovely people who I will be seeing and/or staying with while in DC, get ready. I’m comin’ to town, and I’m not sure the city’s yet recovered from my last visit.
5. If you’re the roommate of the person who I will be staying with while in DC, hide the Aveda or else I’m calling dibs on it. (I’ll stay away from that hairdryer though.)
6. If you’re in the position to find me a roommate, Godspeed.
7. If you’re my boss, you rock. There’s nothing better than an unexpected promotion except for an unexpected promotion with an unexpected raise to boot.
8. If you’re Matthew McConaughey, Heath Ledger, Michael Vartan or – my absolute new favorite human on television, Jason Lewis (Samantha’s current hunk on Sex & the City), give me a call. You’re delectable. (More to come on Jason in the near future, never you fear.)
9. If you’re feeling generous, amuse yourself with AubGarb or consider yourself a charitable human for buying me something off of my wishlist. Remember, Membership Has Its Benefits.
10. If you’re the owner of white shoes and extended sideburns, they’d better still be intact when I return. You know I’m only kidding when I make fun of you for them.

On that, I’m off to go do 1028378 things. (The list has increased you see.)

Have yourselves a happy, wonderful week, and I’ll be in touch. (Just don’t hate me if it occurs after the 2am hour…)