Yikes

In my attempts to drop a few pounds, I've had to switch to girl beer, and my choice of late has been Miller Lite. Depressing.

For the record, I miss Kevin. Actually, BOTH Kevins seem to have disappeared, but here I speak of KJo. Where are you?

Last night we had a soloist rehearsal, and Alison was very helpful in showing me the finer points of gospel-style belting. Love her.

And then it was a night on the town, starting at Scruffy Murphy's and landing at Slingapours. Talk about a culture shock. The girl in the Judy Jetson dress rocked. John shivered in a corner with a water (a water!) while we all shook our cute butts on the dance floor. I was wearing my trademark goin' downtown skirt. I need more party clothes now.

Today we're going to the Enzian to see Farenheit 9/11, just the two of us. Because before long, if I don't stay home for more than 30 minutes at a time, Jason will be leaving me!

Oh, and one of my dresses came in, and it ain't half bad! Two dress bride already with 11 months to go. How many do you think I can end up with?