Happy early birthday to dtaylor, magiien, and rhiannonhero!
Dude - I lost my squee. Seriously. I tried to squee before bed. No squee. No sound.
Because you can't sing along with them. You yell, you shout, you bellow! So. Voice gone. But! Happy 'song. :)
This is something that Gwyn and I both Needed. And we got what we needed. Yay!
One month from today.
Anyone in Atlanta know a good seamstress? I need my dress taken in.
(Fortunately, it comes with a scarf - so I can bring fabric with me when I'm shoe-shopping next weekend!)
Long-sleeved black shirt. Jeans that are too big for me... maybe I can get Mom to take me shopping. I mean, she apparently had hundreds of dollars earmarked for my wedding dress, and now she won't have to spend it on that... Anyway. Penguin socks. *dance* I am still so hyper.
Blasting through the tremendous stack of magazines we've gotten in the past week or so. Also, still GRRM when I get time, and I read Borderland recently.
It's a fairly unplanned weekend, thank goodness. Girl Scout meeting tomorrow - a bridging ceremony, officially bringing the ascending Brownies into the Junior Girl Scouts. Including Elayna. :) Other than that - nothing, really. Which is a Good Thing, because I have so much to do around the house.
Yeah. I'm gonna be squeeing all day.
Gwyn and I decided that we are goddesses of dance and of song. Like muses! Like muses with stompy boots!