We had random around-the-house plans this weekend, but I may be driving to DE because my grandmother is not expected to last the night. She's the not!crazy one I love, so.
I've never done coke. I was always afraid I would sneeze. And that I would LOVE it. I can totally see me, "I have to clean! I have to bake! And dance! And write!"
This weekend I'm going to Target and getting a haircut. Envy my exciting life!
I may go to Target this weekend too!
I went to Target last night.
But I'll probably have to go again this weekend for something.
I have to clean. And do laundry. And pack. And dye my hair. And swim. A lot. And show the petsitters everything. And do my nails. And stuff.
I am also getting a haircut!
I have never been shopping in a crowd the weekend after Thanksgiving -- I don't go anywhere Friday morning, of course, and never to Costco that weekend, either.
I generally don't either, but I'm pretty sure I am going to have to, for work stuff.
So what if Sarah Palin didn't write this book?
I do kinda agree with the first part. I don't really care if she wrote it or not.
Jon Steward pretty much nailed my Palin opinion. (At about 3:40)
[link]
It's been a few hours, and I still hate everyone.
If I'm feeling really ambitious, I may dye my hair on Sunday. This natural look is starting to grate on me.
I love shopping on Black Friday. I have no idea why, since I'm normally the world's introvertiest introvert, but I get really jazzed up by the shopping crowds. Something about the official start of Christmas season that just makes me feel happy to be a part of it. (For an athiest Jew, I really am a ginormous sap about Christmas. I even love the horrible mall Christmas music.)