I have just purchased two tickets for THE MOST IMPORTANT EVENT OF MY ENTIRE LIFE.
(ie: Barbarella on the big screen at a very fancy movie theater!)
One ticket is for me, the other is for my to-be-selected hot date.
And right now I would like to say something about who I hope the hot date will be but I’m constantly superstitious that if I say anything publicly about any sort of wish that I hope will come true I will jinx myself and it will never come to pass.
So instead, all I will say is this:
Mumble mumble cough super cute boy cough mumble.
Ooooooooh! Tell me more!
I cannot! Not here! Not now! Too soon!
(You should call me.)
What about the rest of us who don’t have your number? WHAT THEN?!
I’m sorry! I’m sorry!
But rest assured that if this boy turns out to be either wonderful or an annoying tool he will find himself deserving of blogging about.
Or you can read all about it when I publish the paperback novelization of my life.
Sweet! Your answers are always so satisfactory, Alexandra. Consider me placated.