Hello. It's Monday. Saturday I did the cancer walk. I had to get up very, very early. I don't mind doing this at all. As stated before, it's for my daughter. It's an emotional event. Seeing all the pink-shirted survivors is uplifting but knowing there are so many who aren't there to don their pink shirt is sobering. We all had a wonderful time and will be on board for next year.
On Sunday, I was once again up too damn early to take part in a "bridal expo" for Slumber Parties. I had to drive quite a distance and was there from 8:00 am to 5:00 pm. All those happy soon-to-be married women were exhausting! One of the things that made me laugh is that the "brides" mothers were VERY interested in what we had to offer. With age comes wisdom, I assume.
The point of this post is that I am flat-out. I'm barely functioning with three cups of coffee. I've been tagged, twice, with meme's but cannot even get two brain cells to rub together. I hope to recover soon to dazzle y'all with my brilliant wit and exciting life.
I'm thinking about taking some Nyquil. It's not drug abuse if you just want it but don't really need it, is it?