At this point in the week, I should be laundering clothes in preparation for a 10-day excursion, studying deeply for a beefy exam tomorrow, and assembling all required paperwork and identification for our upcoming CRUISE. Alas, I would rather b.s. an anecdotal post and bask in some sort of pre-vacation i-do-what-i-want-suckas glow.
Can you believe Y2K was a full TEN YEARS AGO? My own mother was a definite Clean Water & Canned Food Hoarder during that time, though the following decade has revealed that she will hoard ANY non-perishable item given the opportunity. The woman’s cupboards are consistently stocked like her trailer is a submarine that’s not planning to surface for another 3 months. It’s adorable, and makes me feel safe on her behalf.
My own NYE 1999 (or would you call it 2000?) fell during the 10th grade and might sound tragically scandalous: CO-ED SLEEPOVER! Yikes. I am practically an expert on the sophomore year of high school, for the record, and I must say that my own experiences were actually very tame. Meaning, the sleepover WAS supervised, and consisted entirely of friends from youth group. G-RATED all over the place. I can’t say the subsequent high school NYE’s were as equally well-behaved, but I was a little angel as we ushered in the new millennium. Thank you, Tumblr, for not allowing me to spell that tier two word wrong.
Time to get organized - and possible post up some food photos before bed…
