When I get around to it, I will

There's so much stuff in our dining room right now that I'm not even sure where the machine is.
Also, just a question to the universe at large... Why is it that when I finally meet a guy who's decent and cute and likes Disney and has similar interests and has stated that he'd like to take me out... HE LIVES IN FLORIDA?!
He works at WDW. Of course. And to make matters even funnier, he's from Chicago, but moved there a few years ago.