Oh, and by the way, I'm going to return my gown of three year to the Choir on Monday.
Thinking about it makes me feel, sort of, um, sad.
Okay, so I basically hate it, it's pink, it's made up of fat layers, it makes you look like an overstuffed cream puff (strawberry), but it has been with me for like, two and a half years?
I swear, I have been wearing the same gown for that long.
It's sort of a love-hate relationship, like those most girls have with ice-cream.

The thought of returning it, never to wear it again.. Well..
Wait, shoot, cross that out, I NEVER want to wear it again.
But that's not the point.
Point is, it has been with me for so long, it almost feels like having a nice, quiet, reliable (ok, not that reliable) friend around, albeit a fat, pink, butt-ugly one.

Also, returning it is like forever leaving choir.
I mean, that is the ONLY possession I had left of choir, besides the old, faded choir tee of the yesteryear.
And yes, I lost my choir badge.
DAMN.
Three and a half years and 'poof!', it just disappears?
DANG.
Why am I getting so emotional at this point of time?

LOL.

I'm going to pay my last respects for my friend, the overweight gown.
My condolences to anyone else feeling the same as I.

:o