Whoa, whoa, whoa. This week/end has been wild. Graduation was a blast. Seeing my beauty school sisters made me miss them just that much more and being very fashionably late and having to sneak to the stage to sit amongst my fellow graduates proved to be just the humor and dare I say, attention, I needed. Fright Fest was interesting to say the least. I think we had more fun on the way home playing the old "If you had to choose..." game at 1 in the a-m. Dinner and the after party the next night were definitely commendable as well. BBQ'd steak, butter soaked squash, garlic bread and baked potatoes with the "works" were much needed. Even Wolfie partook in the wonderous dinner.
Who couldn't love a bbq-masked face like this?
When we returned, however, I was plagued with the recurring swing of the clock hands winding down counting to the day of the Big Test. Although I feel confident in knowing the tasks I'm supposed to demonstrate, that lump of anxiety still agitates my throat. It has lead me to the conclusion that I need to take up knitting. I need a hobby that is calming and fashionably rewarding. With a new look comes great responsibility. So, look forward to some beautiful little
knitted things. To my family, I give you one guess what your Christmas presents could be.