Two Words
"Rehearsal dinner."
"Rehearsal dinner?!"
"Rehearsal dinner."
I will be taking three dresses. At least.
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Aaaaaaand, that's all I got. I'm fifty pages away from finishing the 400+ page book I've been proofing for seven hours a day for the last week. And when I get home I will close my eyes for ten minutes, then practice focusing on things far away and not letters and punctuation before I resume a freelance project that now has me INDEXING FOOTNOTES. What have I gotten myself into? But also tonight we are going to a play, and we will bring wine in a backpack and snuggle under a blanket under the stars, and although I've been cursing myself for scheduling such frivolity when there is SO MUCH TO BE DONE, I have a feeling it is just exactly what I need. As for thinking I'll just use this weekend to catch up and take care of everything that needs taking care of--I will have to do it between the triathlon, the housewarming party, and the top-secret Sunday afternoon outing. Anyone heard news on how that whole human cloning thing is going?
Hmmn...wine beneath the stars... Now that's my kinda evening! Have fun!
Hmmn...wine beneath the stars... Now that's my kinda evening! Have fun!
Yes...wine...will be a couple of months until I can partake, so I hope you had some on behalf of all the pregnant women.
And the cloning thing? Let me know what you hear :)
Frivolity needs no appointment book; it should be a way of life.
Let the world rejoice that you are special, and that there's only one of you.