Wonky.

Wonky is one of my favorite words. It's a general term meaning "not quite right" or "curl don't quite make it all the way around" or "a couple bolts shy of a bicycle".
You know...wonky.

That's how I feel today. I'd been on this big kick to head out to Ohio this week for a couple of days. I had a few things on my agenda: hair cut and some color; discuss planning a Scotland trip with Capitall & Wino; do some research for said Scotland trip; and I wanted to pick The Dranks brains about The Mister's & my quickly approaching New Orleans vacation.

(We're going to NOLA for four days around our anniversary in September. It was a tough decision, but in the end, we wanted to put our money into a local economy that could really use it.)

Back to my Ohio jaunt. I've been waffling for 3 days and this morning I dropped The Mister off while saying goodbye as if I were leaving him for a week. A half hour later, I called to tell him I wasn't going anywhere. And I'm still not sure. HA!
Think you can force me into a decision? You don't have a chance. Or maybe you do.