HOLY MOTHER OF PEARL!!!!!!
I'm going to freakin' Philly! I'm sitting in the freakin' 4th row!!! I can't seem to stop saying freakin'!!
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG.
PR texted me this AM with the news. I almost drove off the road. [Note to self: stop checking cell phone while driving.]
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG. Seriously. I'm going to die. Seriously.
It was inevitable, really. First, PR found a 4-leaf clover outside of her office. THEN, I found out my son's 1st grade library teacher's name is Mrs. Copeland. HA!
I. Am. Seriously. Going. To. Die.
DM, I would like to humbly offer my services (and PR's too) as joint flag-bearers on this most auspicious occasion. In spite of my squee-laden ramblings above, I am not an asshat. We can keep each other under control. Really.
WHOOO-FREAKIN'-HOO!!!!!!
Schmaff
Letting my raven tresses wave with nameless grace.