Folks, I have a story for you.
It goes like this:
“Once a upon a time there was a girl who had a nutty crazy schedule. The weekend of her boyfriend’s graduation happened to fall upon the nuttiest and craziest of weekends, and she and her boyfriend were both resigned to the idea that she would not be there.
“But through a great deal of scheming, conniving, freaking out, and fairy dust, the girl found a way to get to the graduation. Because her boyfriend already assumed she wouldn’t be there, she figured she’d just surprise him.
“And good GOLLY he was surprised.”
True story. Details to follow.
Honestly? The hardest part of this? I HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO BLOG ABOUT ANY OF IT.