... and I'm spent.
Madison was, as you can see from OP's blog, crazy. Here's a note to the world: if you meet three strange women, who can't stop laughing, for the love of God don't tell them your nickname is Chappy. It will only end in tears. Tears of laughter, but tears nonetheless.
I learned (once again) that the world is much too small. Met a guy that knows our famous Reverend, my ex from high school, and assorted other Episcopalians from 'round here. Met a different guy that used to shoot darts with the HR gal from work, till his fiancee decided she didn't like the idea of him being on an otherwise all-girl dart team. Learned two totally bizarre facts: #1 Vetts makes chocolates. To sell. In boxes. To people. #2 Cakes is on his way to being a famous actor/model. I will never pick up another Penney's ad for fear of seeing him sporting boxer briefs. These things, like Vetts getting married, will only make an impression on people who actually know them... I understand that. But my mind is spinning, so there you go. Also, ho-made caramels look distinctly like canned diced sweet potatoes, in case you were wondering. I know I was.
Yesterday I was enlightening my more single friends with my sage, old-married women advice: all boys are dumb. (Wait, there's more, don't be too offended yet.) What I forgot to mention was that all women are crazy. The trick is: find the one who's dumbness/craziness doesn't make you want to hit things/them, and you win. Better yet, find one who's dumbness/craziness you find endearing, so much so that you actually don't notice that it is dumbness/craziness. And stay away from the people who are both dumb and crazy. Cuz really, who needs that kind of trouble?
I should go to bed now. Tomorrow will be like Christmas! The sooner I go to sleep, the sooner I can wake up to my nice, shiney new bitch! Yay me! I wonder what socks he'll be wearing......