Clearly I am not safe when I'm bored. I'm not even BORED. I'm not safe when I'm itchy? And yes, I know there's shampoo for that. ;)
NOW look what you've let me do (Where DOES CJ get that passing off responsibility thing from??). I threw myself into planning the thing, and in doing so started sending out save the dates. (i'm terribly effective, I'm afraid). Remember Heidi? I broke up with her a million years ago. She grew up with me. She was one of us kids, to my parents. Yes, I invited her. Her whole stinkin family. And this wouldn't be a problem if I could predict what she'll do with it. I asked that if they didn't come, if they would consider writing a note to my parents- we'll ask everyone to. There are some really funny and touching memories out there. 40 years is practically a miracle these days. We'll see what she does with it. I SUCK! I swear that my impulsiveness is out to freakin get me. Let's hope I don't stumble upon anyone else that I shouldn't or would rather not be in contact with today, shall we? OR we could go for #3...what else should I stir up? Gee, that didn't take me long to cause more trouble. Look at you, just sitting there reading this. Couldn't you tell I went away and found more trouble? I'm just going to walk away from this whole thing right now and go scrub the toilet. That way if there's shit to be stirred, I can just flush it instead.
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