New Year's Eve, a masquerade ball to be attended, in New Orleans. Sounds good, right? Wrong!!! It is a recipe for sitting at your host's, on the couch, doped up on Nyquil sick as a dog, wretched as can be. In fact, I am still sick. and the husbeast is hacking on the opposite couch. I had to go home today from work, and I probably will miss tomorrow too. Arrghhh!
Welcome 2008, you had one chance to make a first impression. Key word...had.
/rant
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Happy bloody New Year.....
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