Seriously. Only my effort will have sloppy-joe sauce on the white table cloth.
I'm actually pretty good at being okay with whatever happens at the party, but that doesn't stop me from masticating on it for years afterward. When it comes to party-pulling-off my brain is full on Satan in the center of Dante's Hell.
:::sigh:::
Wish me luck.
Lyric stuck in my head: do. do. do-de-do-do-do. do. do. do-de-do-do-do. do-de-do-de-do-dedo-do-doo.
