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.)