So the Red Ball was this weekend and it was a blast. Well it was a blast until my fake bf was supposed to show and he ended up getting too drunk and had to be dragged home by the earlobes. Not that I care about that, but I didn’t know about it and looked for him all over the place slowly freaking out.





Yesterday I had to get a mole cut out. The second the ordeal was finished I remembered that I’ll be in a backless number for Assy’s wedding and I should’ve just waited. (Not that getting an appt with a specialist doesn’t take years). Now I have stitch back to deal with. Crud. I’m sure Jeremy and Scott will be thrilled to take care of my bandaging needs.

This morning I went to the bagel place and then dropped my coffee all over hell and creation. I feel so embarrassed about it. Of course the real punishment is the fact that my pants are drenched in ½ and ½ now.