Getting ready for homecoming feels like a bad dance. You know, once of those dances that has its own special song, all about the dance, that even tells you what steps to take.
One step forward. Two Steps back. Now everybody Hop!
That kind of thing.
Except ours goes:
Everybody slide your plans one day to the right. Now back Two days to the left. Jump forward three hours. Now every body scream!
Yeah. This is a pain. An ill choreographed pain.
About Me
- Morada
- I am a 29ish year wife of a recent Naval retiree and mom of 3 gorgeous girls. Before marriage and kids, I was a dark gothic rose, but now, fishnets, knee high boots, and ultra white makeup that smears really don't work well for playdates in the park. Don't get me wrong, I still have my own special flare, I just keep it more real than surreal these days. I am also, an ex-southerner, VW driving, red headed liberal republican vegetarian. Are those enough classifications for you?
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