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And dance, we shall, at our January celebration.I met with our event planner today. M and I decided on our invitations. We talked about the music, again. We talked about the second tasting we're doing. I dropped in at a friend's cupcake shop to leave a message. We talked about the bar.And we made . . .
I’m all for celebrating independence and I love the Fourth of July – it’s such a happy and uniquely American holiday. Ballpark franks on the grill and potato salad outside in the yard; fireworks at night.It kind of marks midsummer (even though technically, it isn’t) , and it’s the only time I think . . .
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On the road this morning, I saw a sign: Botox Party this Weekend."Hmm. Botox PARTY??? No.A gathering during which someone would take a long needle and inject a substance into my face would, in no way, shape or form, constitute a "party" in my world.No, a party, to me, means a gathering of friends. . . .