My dears-Milo no longer has braces but his orthodontist gave him a giant bag of candy. What! Job security, right?
I think I might spend the weekend in Olympia dancing. I might or I might not. Or maybe I'll drive back and forth on Friday and Sunday.
Tomorrow I have a doctor's appointment and my profligate ways will be at an end. She'll draw my blood, check my cholesterol levels and that will be that. No more messing around.