So, last night, our dear friend Thelma came into town from D.C. where she is saving Burma from certain destruction. In light of this, we had a giant sleepover on the hideaway bed in the "flat's" basement. Creepy creepy basement. I woke with a start in the middle of the night because I had a terrible nightmare about HB. I walked in, wearing my old ratty green sweatpants and a t-shirt. I look around the Wilk and there is not a single decoration to be seen. Moreover, Mary runs up to me freaking out because it started 10 minutes ago and I never decorated. I look on the floor and there are no blankets like I was supposed to acquire, but those portable little seats parents use at their kid's Varsity football game because they can't take the bleachers. I was terrified. I run in the bathroom and try to throw myself together, I grab this bag out of the trashcan and it has some Indian sari in it so I put that on. Then I walk back out and Mary is talking to some Aborgines in Aborginal language because they are going to dance for us. Then I look out and there are less than 10 people in the audience. Then I wake up. And then I make delicious muffins for everyone.
I feel as if I need to get workin' on my projects for HB. I cannot believe I only have three weeks left. Eeeeeek.
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That is so awesome that you're working on the HB. My cousin helped start many moons ago.
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