I have just returned from a swanky fundraiser evening. I'm all dolled up, and if it wasn't for the fact that I just beat back a migraine this afternoon, and have a sinus infection and am hopped up on cold medication, I'd think that I looked pretty fly.
It's times like these that I need to be reminded that in 1978 I was known as "The Boy With A Purse".
Yeah. It was that bad.
Oh, but look! There's Skippy! That'd be Skippy my dog, not Skippy my son... Hmm. I probably should've thought of that before I gave my kids pseudonyms in this diary all those years ago...
Tomorrow, I'll talk about Skippy. (the dog).
But now? I've gotta get this sinus infected head onto a nice pillow.