After last night’s lame not-really entry, I decided to let my personal BloPoMo go. I wasn’t going to be able to make entries this weekend anyway, so it’s not like it was going to be a 31-entry month anyway.
The laundry for this weekend’s festivities is finally done and tomorrow is packing and last minute shopping day. For someone who didn’t go to any of her high school proms, this makes for my third grown-up one. Oh, hashing. Turning reality and maturity on its ear since 1938 (though for me personally, it’s only been since 2000).