Well, we just got semi-prepared for cotillion.
How, you ask?
By filling the bathtub with eucalyptus/spearmint epsom salt from CVS (the tub plugged with a milk jug cap--duh), scrunching all four* of our butts along the edge of the tub, and soaking them for a mini pedicure.
We drank champagne while soaking.
Then we lotioned up our feetsies.
Tomorrow is face mask day. We might need more champagne.
Today I purchased a dress. It's not formal, nor with a hump in the back.
However. It will probably have to do.
*Nick, Bailey, Matty, Jeffy
Well. As this is a public blog, I don't know that I should get too into any details. But I made a decision concerning a relationship, and now I'm suffering the consequences. And it just sucks to know that I made a decision and I have to deal with it.
Being an adult is hard. And when you all of a sudden "can't" contact a friend, it makes the healing/dealing part really hard.
It usually hits me in the evening, or after midnight (i.e., now), when everything--the shopping, the coffee, the pedicures--stops. But be sure: it hits.
(Prayers appreciated. Thanks, guys.)