(You must have Pretty in Pink memorized for this post to mean anything to you.)
So after last post, I received a few concerned responses and phone calls. I thought I should clear a few things up. I would like everyone to know that I know that I am completely and totally insane. That should alleviate a few concerns.
But I have good reason for being insane. See, I went to high school during the John Hughes era. Not only that, but I was a tall, redhead who had a bob haircut slightly longer than my alter ego, Molly Ringwald. I believe this is where all of my problems stem from. I truly believe that if I had had a great make out session in the back of a Ford Escort Sedan with either 1) James Spader or 2) anyone named Blane I would only be inviting four kids to my four year old’s birthday party and six kids to my six year olds birthday party. Because neither of these two things happened, I must compensate.
Tomorrow’s post: Why Never Having a Duckman means I Will Never Have a 9-5 Job.