I try to make my annual Shammy (pet name) a super special event. This year I planned out the experience four days in advance and then made sure I thought about it every day. TWO DAYS TO GO! ... TODAY IS THE BIG DAY!
It tasted like lying in the confession booth because I didn't really do anything bad -- at least not anything I needed forgiveness for -- since my last confession. It tasted like the state basketball tournament, and first having my drivers license. It tasted like Studio Line Pumping Curls, over-sized sweaters, leggings and Bass ankle boots. It tasted like Trip Shakespeare and curfew.
See you next year, McDonalds.