There's a good possibility I won't blog this weekend. Jenia and I are going apartment hunting in Orlando. We know where we're looking, but my cousin Janine is going to come with us because she's a real local, and knows a lot of good gossip about the city. For instance: "Don't go to that complex, there was this guy who lived in apartment 5C, nobody saw him for a month, and when the rent was way overdue, the landlord found him facedown in the toiletbowl wearing a skort made of Kotex and sunflower butter on every toenail." (That's not an actual quote, but you get the jist.)
So Janine asked Jenia if there was anything else and his only request was that we stop at a "really really good" pizzeria sometime during the weekend. As Joey would say, "the man has his priorities."