Brought to you by the letter “F” for food. Also “S” for starving and “W” for waiting.
Derek is getting his haircut, then we’re taking a shuttle to the party. I am looking forward to finding a table and eating.
I did not have a chance to shower, and I wore wide leg jeans today, so my ankles are very filthy, in deed. But no one at the party need know, as I am wearing black pants.
This will be my first Christmas party in several years, I think. I am excited for the food!