Do you remember when you were a little kid and there was something that you didn’t want to do, so you dared your friend to do it? Or when you were at overnight camp, and your whole bunk in unison yelled something like, “We dare you to wear underwear on your head to dinner,” and you HAD to or else you would feel like losers?
Ah, remember when this look was this funny? To be at overnight camp....
As the first REAL holiday approaches (were you counting Memorial Day?) since I started this blog, I think it is important to note how much holidays can suck being single. Like, they are awful. With so many holidays as a single lady, I can’t be the only one that allows myself to envision the day going one way (you know, meeting the love of my life, or even the love of my night), except he never shows. And I am stuck on New Year’s Eve, Valentine’s Day, St. Patty’s Day, Mardi Gras, Passover (laugh if you must…but all you singletons out there know what I mean), Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, my birthday, and coming up on Monday, THE FOURTH OF JULY!
What's love got to do, got to do with it?
THE SAD ADVENTURES OF A SINGLE GAL 