09.13.02 :: 9:31 am
And. A party Laurie is throwing for our twinness the very next night.
My head's going to feel like a giant baby is banging on it with a rattle, but I'm suspecting it will be 100% worth it.
There is yummy stuff just over the horizon.
And last night, after margaritas and chips, I found the perfect skirt. Suede. Mini. Wide belt loops. Low-rider. Black.
This gives me immense pleasure. I may bust it out on my special day.
9 days until I'm getting old.
41 days until I'm getting drunk elsewhere.
77 days until I'm gambling in Vegas.
Somehow, always something crops up to look forward to. I appreciate this good luck.