Friday, February 8, 1983

It’s that time again, that night when I get to relive the wonderful fashions from my heyday. Moon’s school is having its 80’s dance. I’m teasing my bangs as I type.

Yesterday was uneventful. I went to the gym and ran 1 whole mile. It doesn’t sound like much but it’s like 5 miles for skinny people. Then I came home and worked because they keep EMAILING me. Geesh, I already went in to the office once this month, what more do those people want from me??

Because it’s been awhile since I’ve blogged and I’m out of practice, I totally forgot to photograph the meatloaf I made for dinner. It would have been a good Moron Test Kitchen if there was actually anyone out there that didn’t already know how to make meatloaf. My daughter looked at hers like it was made out of poop. I told her that was dinner and she could eat it or not and that’s when she got on the phone with her grandmother and disparaged my cooking.  I could hear her in the next room, “Yeah, you’ve tried her dessert, but have you ever eaten her meatloaf? Bleh.”  Someone should tell Moon that snitches wind up in ditches. Or grounded.

Today is going to consist of housecleaning and stocking up on hairspray. Moon is bringing a couple of friends home from the dance for a sleepover and by “sleepover” I mean I’ll probably be up till 3:00 a.m. if anyone wants to call and talk about that new senior football player or Poison.

This is what passed for music in my formative years. It explains a lot.

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