Sometimes things just fall into place.

It's pouring rain outside. My house is strewn with the wreckage of a three month old kitten. My hair is sticking out on the side like Ace Ventura. I have laundry to do.
Social plans are stacking up like cordwood. I have RSVPs to make, gifts to buy, mail to send out, work to do.
I was feeling overwhelmed.
Then she called last night and said she'd be here this weekend.
Driving in from Colorado, 1023 miles to Texas, she's coming to meet me.
Now that's what I call girlfriend potential.