Well, as the title suggests, I am a crap head. This morning I woke up feeling lousy, so I called Mara and said I wasn’t going to make it to the bachlorette party. Then I felt guilty, called back, and told her I would go to the party just for the gift part and then come home.
Well. . . things did not go as planned. I was on my way home from across the lake and we got into the traffic jam of the century on the way to hub’s mom’s house. I actually had to get out of my car and hike down the road to a Texaco, so I didn’t pee on myself. While in the Texaco I was sure to pick up a bottle of rum. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Now all I need is some diet coke. . .
Now I’m here, dirty, tired (but I don’t have to pee) and trying to figure out if I should just go to bed. Tomorrow’s the rehearsal and Saturday, the wedding! I’ve checked out a lot of websites and as far as I can tell this is going to be an eating-extravaganza! My waistline may never recover
Over and Out,