Don't tell Kara...

But time has freaking stopped! Somebody wake me up when it's the weekend. Ugh. Why is it still 3:08 pm? It's been 3:08 pm for the last two freaking hours!

I feel quite fat today. My pants have been too big for weeks. Now today...if I don't get these tight-butt pants off my fat butt...I'm going to go absolutely NUTZ!
Do ya think anybody would care of I wear funky gray yoga pants out in public tonight?

Speaking of which...we are going to JL and J's house for supper. J's frying fish. Yum. (Do I have ANY decent stretch pants?) Then JL and I are going to hear Clyde Edgerton's bluegrass band play. Now, I'm not a big bluegrass fan. I'm a Bo Bice fan. Yall remember? But I'm going because how often do you get to spend the evening enjoying Clyde Edgerton's company? (Well, for me...it will be two in one week. But it's a special week.) The truth be told...I'd give anything to be able to go home, put my old but comfy yoga pants on, and control the remote control. But, alas...it ain't gonna happen.

Sidenote here...I made an "A" on my last French quiz. WhoooHoooo...Yeah....WhooooHooooo! (I just did a weird neck bobbing thing when I typed that. I'm such a dork.) Oh, and my neck is still killing me...and so is my the top of my back and my arms. But not bad enough to ask M to give me a back and neck rub...just because it would give him too much freaking pleasure to have me actually ask him to touch me. (I just typed "neck rum" and "tiped." Yes, it's time for the weekend. Yeah, it is. Uh, huh.)

Oh, this weekend. Man...how am I going to do all the things I need to do and actually get some sleep in? Friday...see paragraph above. Saturday...A has to be at church in town at 8:30 am because she's having "Breakfast with the Artists". She'll be there until 12:30 pm. I hope I can co-ordinate a shopping trip tomorrow afternoon which was scheduled for Sunday afternoon...with two of A's friends and their mamas. Homecoming week next week...Thursday is "Twin Day." A and two of her friends are going to be triplets. Do you know how hard it is to find the outfit that works for three girls? I'm not really keen on this but A is so excited. She's been planning this shopping trip for weeks. Weeks, I tell you! Anyhoo...we were invited to a "White Trash" party at the neighbors' house tomorrow night. But if M doesn't start being nice to me...I'm just not going with him. He can go next door by his freaking self. And I am the only one that will determine exactly what constitutes being nice. Honestly, I just don't have time for this...no matter how nice M is to me. Sunday, Staci will be in town and I really want to get to see her. Some time during the weekend, I have to study for my French mid-term (which a freaking BIG deal and TONS of stuff to study) and work on two computer projects. Oh, and sleep just a little.

Can I go home now? I do believe that 27 minutes have actually passed.