1 hour, 30 minutes until beer-thirty. And it'll be a good one. Tomorrow is
Sass' party. His parents are throwing a welcome
home/thank-you-for-your-support party.
My town's VFW donated their hall for the day, and a small little party has
spiraled out of control to become a pretty massive fundraiser. His parents
didn't really want it to turn into that, but that's where it's gone. They're
raffling off a leather sofa donated by Jordan's Furniture (home of MOM and
Barry and Elliot), a week's stay in a privately-owned house in Kissimmee, FL
(pay your own airfare, of course), a bunch of themed baskets (golf, baby,
teenager, BBQ, etc), gift certificates to local restaurants, and a host of
other goodies. But more importantly, Sass is looking forward to it, and
it'll be good for him to get out of the house for more than a few minutes.
So, I wait with great anticipation the arrival of that 5:30 bell. Let's get
on with the weekend, dammit!
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KB
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