Wow. So I was going through my planner earlier and kind of bemoaning its lack of entries (though really, I think I'm comparing it too much to the way my calendar looked when I was in college--not a way I want it to look again). And then, after having the thought of "I should schedule a time to have lunch with my friend J" she herself emailed me. She is having a dinner at her house next weekend with several of our friends from high school (and in several cases, grade school). One of our best hs friends (he of the spanking story)just got done with a tour of duty with the air force in the Middle East and is safely back in the country now, and will be visiting South Chuck, so she's getting some people together. Excellent. I will have to skip a mardi gras party to attend, but I think, since I haven't seen some of these people in 11 years, that I can do that. Plus, that means I don't have to rush to make a mask for the party. Or maybe I'll still rush to make the mask, but will wear it to J's party instead.
Serves them right for voting me "most revolutionary" in high school. I'll revolutionize wearing garments for the face!!! Or something.
Serves them right for voting me "most revolutionary" in high school. I'll revolutionize wearing garments for the face!!! Or something.