::Bachelorette Party::

I haven’t been keeping track of my dreams these days.  There’s been quite a bit of drama with planning a dinner party, a bachelorette party, AND a Bridal Shower all… this month… as well as signing up for school (gag—choke—gasp!  The terrid agony!)  And I realized how much I adore the word “terrid.”  Doesn’t it sound wonderful?  Dang computer, doesn’t even know terrid’s a word.  I’ll have to add it to the dictionary.  Hm, I tried to look up the word on dictionary.com—not there.  It was on the urban dictionary on google.  I guess it’s urban.  Geez.

Bridal Shower Invitations

I got one of the invitations I sent for Anneli’s Bridal Shower back in the mail.  “RETURN TO SENDER. INSUFFICIENT ADDRESS. UNABLE TO FORWARD.”  And I was like, “You scuzzes, you put the dump ink on my stamp so I can’t use it again and you didn’t even send the letter!?”

And then I realized that… the address was “insufficient” because I only put “442 N” instead of “442 N 400 E.”  It happens when you’re crazy.  I could have gotten a few back like that.

Bachelorette Tea Lemonade Party

Yeah, that was fun.  We had our girl talk and everyone was telling stories about unfortunate saps like Saren’s Erkle and her Jr. High Stalker, and Sarah’s jerk boyfriend, and Brittany’s boy-who-wanted-to-kiss-her, and Anneli’s fiancé… and I’m like… I got asked out once and I didn’t go out with that kid…  But there was Marco.  But that’s such a short story.  It was only a three-day experience.  Oh well.

Dinner was nice.  We put hot pink sugar crystals on our tea cups, watched Ever After, Beauty and the Beast, painted nails, played curses, and stayed up until three in the morning.

The down side is I’m booted for work today… because I didn’t come in yesterday because of the party…

I keep forgetting my dreams too, because I’ve just been too darn tired to write them down when I wake up and remember then.