I don't know who is more nervous, me or J? He's doing his GMAT test right now and all day I've been cleaning like crazy. I put things away in the garage, broke down some boxes, cleaned up the carpet and put things away. In the bathroom I was going to start scrubbing the marble and tile. I was even considering hand scrubbing the linoleum(which I really hate because it makes my forearms hurt alot). When I'm stressed, anxious or nervous I tend to clean alot...during my finals in college I would scrub the grossest pots and floors to a nice shine. Perhaps I have elements of obsessive compulsive behaviors but there's definitely a zen quality to cleaning. It's all about control too and as you know me already I always want to have things organized into cute little categories or in their own place. Well in an hour J should be getting home and now my tummy is always starting to act up. It feels like I'm taking the test right now! I wonder if J and I have that Elliott/ET thing going on where we're super connected.