Went to a birthday party, only I didn't drive up the driveway or go to the door. It was 6:00pm. Dark. I saw the mailbox with the balloons on it and I was afraid to drive any farther. What if I couldn't maneuver the truck. What if I hit something. I couldn't go up to the door anyways. So I drove back home. I can give her the birthday card for her son when I see her at Zumba. I felt really good when she invited me. Suppose I'll just have to be satisfied with that.
Tomorrow son turns in his 4-H project record book. What a job. Took a week. I could brain the 4-H people for never mentioning how much preparation and record keeping and report writing a project record book requires. Next year. Next year he'll do it again and next time we'll know what we're doing. Look out then!
My hair is pretty good. I have a bad chin zit though. Not that there are any good chin zits out there I guess.