So instead I will pour myself a stiff drink and climb in Miss Jenny and Miss Sara’s bathtub. When I am done in there I will put my hair up in curlers so that I can look very good tomorrow. Either I will be impressing a whole lot of nobody, or I will be going to a party. I might as well be optimistic.
Stiff drinks in a bathtub RULE!!!!!
Well, I don’t have a husband to rub lotion into me afterwards.
But I did talk to the Puppy for a long time.
Ok, er, I misread your title and thought it said “play parties suck” and I didn’t even think to re-read it.
(Yes, I’m feeling very comment-y tonight, sorry.)
Cause yeah, I hate it when I get validation that my babbling isn’t just going out into the ether…