The charity ball I'm heading is giving me fits. I'm now going through the guest list making notes on who divorced whom, who hates whom, how to address each name, where not to seat certain people, who the drunks are so we can put them close to the door.
Thank the Lord for hairdressers who know the dirt on everyone. They have been the best source for a kind and gentle guest list. I swear this is the last time I'll be doing this ball. My family's sick of it.
Soon, I'll be able to freep again.