I'm really excited for my grandfather's party Sunday afternoon believe it or not. It's supposed to be a fabulous day, not too warm, not too cool, bright and sunny. It's a good excuse to have a party, turning 100. It's also a good excuse for your granddaughter to have her friends over since half the Ministry will be there and other assorted guests.
It's also a really good thing to immerse myself in so I don't think about that letterAlright, who is coming so my mother won't be too upset about being short on napkins?
The party was fun. But I'm feeling a little feverish. I think I might have come down with something called anxiety.