Here it is, September 16th. Yesterday was payday – hooray, I can go buy lots of groceries now. And the fiscal year is coming to an end, so I’ve got to get some insurance paperwork in before the end of the month. Oh yeah, end of the month – it’s my husband’s birthday on the 30th. I’ve got to think of something really special. But there’s something else gnawing at me. That date represents something else really big.
Oh no! That’s right – the end of the American Idol tour. I don’t even want to think about it. I won’t be able to start my days with YouTube clips from the previous night’s concerts, held someplace back east. My concert was in the beginning – during the second week. Concert Number Ten in San Diego. We were so junior then. Back when Adam had just started putting his hand to his ears and calling out for more screams during Whole Lotta Love.
I had black polish on my nails, but I took beautiful peacock blue polish to my pedicure the day before the concert. I’ve kept it on since then. I guess now is an appropriate time to take out the polish remover and cotton balls and finally clean it all off. Kind of symbolic.
Just out of curiousity, how are all of you, our faithful readers dealing with this momentous day? Please comment and let us know!
~ Carol ~