I'm spending today psyching myself up for Monday. It sure promises to be a fun, fun time. I know I'm excited about having a metal rod shoved... up... me. Wouldn't you be?
And I'm counting the hours until I can mix up that lovely Gatorade/Mucilax drink. It just warms me to the bone thinking that I get to enjoy that drink. Maybe I'll light a fire in the fireplace, turn on HGTV and sip it ever so delicately, as though palm fronds were waiving at me and bon bons were within reach. I almost feel like my fondest dreams are coming true.
And my next dinner party? Stop on by. I'm serving that drink. I so want everyone to share in this experience...
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