Balooms for the Festival
2004-08-22 @ 3:59 p.m.
I am like, full on exhausted every day lately, no matter what.
It must be allergy season. Either that or I must be failing at fulfilling most of my responsibilities and therefore becoming depressed.
Which, now that I think of it, is absolutely standard for the month of August for 3 summers running.
Summer 2002? I was discovering I was pregnant ( more here)
Summer 2003? I was dealing with the drama of Sal trying to get over KGB, which was shortly followed by their marriage. (Sept)
And now the current Summer Stock drama.
Of course, it’s obvious who the major player in these annuals is. Besides me.
So maybe I should just make up a special name for August. The Festival of Stumble Preceding Each Fall or something.
See? Tired, and silly. So that means the festival should definitely include helium balooms.
(I just wrote “balooms” and thought nothing of the way it was spelled until spellcheck found it.)