I actually made it through class day with my eye liner in tact. I stuffed my purse full of Kleenex just in case. Maybe that's what it takes to keep from being a blubbering fool, hmmm. Here's a few highlights:

Me and my Brittsie Cat outside before everything kicked off

Class of '08

The front of Brittsie's dress. What may not be apparent is the iridescent beading around the neckline and straps

The back

This punk made an appearance briefly with his girlfriend before rushing off to work:
It was a really great day. Now I just have two more graduations to get through ::sigh:: 'Tis the season.

This is it. It's all I've been thinking about. That, and cleaning. J's coming out on Friday and my inner paranoid housewife is looking around here and screaming "EEEK!" I know better, but I swear people judge me and my aptitude based on how nice a house I keep for MB. I'd like to thank my mother for instilling in me a strong desire to worry about what other people will think if I speak/act/dress in anyway other than "normal". My larger consciousness knows that's a bunch of crap-diddly-ap, yet I obsess over the cleanliness of my floors and the tidiness of my end tables whenever we have company -- which isn't often, which leads to the floors and end tables to become nasty (in my opinion).

J has never been to the apartment. In fact, I really don't even remember the last time we hung out. I know MB has seen him a few times to go golfing (snooze!), but for the three of us to do anything together it's been eons. He doesn't come out much now that he's a family man, so it's a big deal to me when he does. It's like waiting around for the groundhog. Or Santa. Or the Easter Bunny. J makes his yearly appearance and then it takes divine intervention for him to resurface. I've been promised a drunken good time plus dancing the night away at one of my favorite city haunts. All I can say is, WOOT!

In anxious anticipation,

Ter

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