Insanity, plans for Sunday
Thanks to all who gave feedback on the bit of insanity. I'm currently cornering it and poking it with sticks. We'll see if it manages to survive.
Tomorrow looms large on the horizon. This was originally supposed to be the day of the party at my dance school, which would have included me performing. It still is the day of the party, except since my teacher's going to be in the city and won't be able to make it until hours after the party starts, and since there's no guarantee she is going to make it at all (translation: no dancing for me) I've decided to give it a miss. If there was a guarantee I'd go, esp since I missed Thursday. But with no guarantee I'm not feeling as inclined to lose four hours (at least) out of a day that could be used on baking, wrapping presents, etc. Such is the downside of taking dance classes at a school that's fifty minutes away.
Supposedly it's going to snow tomorrow. Or Monday. Or not at all, depending on who you listen to. Snow would be nice. As long as I'm going to be at home and baking up a storm for Christmas, a little white stuff on the ground could make for a nifty atmosphere.
In tonight's non-sequitur news, does anybody out there have advice about learning how to shoot a gun? Because apparently I'm being gifted with a lesson or two.
Tomorrow looms large on the horizon. This was originally supposed to be the day of the party at my dance school, which would have included me performing. It still is the day of the party, except since my teacher's going to be in the city and won't be able to make it until hours after the party starts, and since there's no guarantee she is going to make it at all (translation: no dancing for me) I've decided to give it a miss. If there was a guarantee I'd go, esp since I missed Thursday. But with no guarantee I'm not feeling as inclined to lose four hours (at least) out of a day that could be used on baking, wrapping presents, etc. Such is the downside of taking dance classes at a school that's fifty minutes away.
Supposedly it's going to snow tomorrow. Or Monday. Or not at all, depending on who you listen to. Snow would be nice. As long as I'm going to be at home and baking up a storm for Christmas, a little white stuff on the ground could make for a nifty atmosphere.
In tonight's non-sequitur news, does anybody out there have advice about learning how to shoot a gun? Because apparently I'm being gifted with a lesson or two.