Prepare for a shock.<\/p>\n
Prepared?<\/p>\n
OK.<\/p>\n
I’m a gloater.<\/p>\n
Yes, I know, it’s totally out of character. I’m honey sweet in every other way but for some reason, I just can’t control myself. I have no shame. No sense of decorum. I love to gloat.<\/p>\n
I remember freshman year in college, finals week rolled around. Everyone else in my suite had their last final Friday afternoon and were stuck on campus for a whole week waiting for it. Me? I was done Tuesday morning and boy was I annoying. I can still remember the little song I made up to sing to my suffering roomies. Reminicent of Eddie Murphy’s ice cream song, it went something like this.<\/p>\n
Today in Monday, and then it’s Tuesday and then I’m going home and you are nah-aught, nay nay nay nay nay. (repeat nay nay chorus until someone hits you with a pillow.)<\/p>\n
Needless to say, my little song was not appreciated.<\/p>\n
So last night, I had my book group dinner. There we sat around a beautiful table over looking the Lake Oswego lake, sipping our cocktails, and talking shop. And I just couldn’t help myself, I had to gloat. They whole meal, all I could talk about was how hard it was to wait three whole days before I could go to Hawaii. How taxing it was to have to pack all those swimsuits and sun tan lotion. My ongoing internal debate about how many sundresses where enough. And I loved it. My only regret is that I couldn’t remember my gloat song last night.<\/p>\n
So ladies, this one is for you.<\/p>\n
Today is Thursday, and then it’s Friday, and then I’m in Hawaii, and you are not, nay nay nay nay nay.<\/p>\n
Nay nay nay nay nay.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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