The month of May that is.
I needed to get something in here before the month was up, even if it was for nothing more than my own self-indulgence. As seems to be the case lately, I don’t really have much to say, so I’ll keep it brief.
This weekend two months of planning will be coming to fruition. I love parties. More specifically, I love throwing parties. And even more specifically, I love throwing parties for myself. Yours truly is entering mid-30s territory. Goodbye early 30s, hello gray hair. Speaking of gray hair, why is it so unmanageable? I don’t get it. It’s normal hair, but yet it flies around mercilessly. Whatever.
Anyway, short and sweet. I told you I didn’t have anything of a substantial nature to say, and I wasn’t lying. But hey, at least I didn’t miss the month of May. That rhymes.
A balloon tied to the mailbox is the international symbol for PARTY OVER HERE!