It is a Tuesday evening and I am going out without my husband or the kids. I have a date. A speed date to be exact. Since I started dating my husband in my early 20s, I missed out on the speed dating phenomena which was popular then. Tonight, seven years of marriage and two children later, I have my chance. I should clarify that while I am going on a speed date, it is an event arranged by the Lullaby League, where the speed dating format is used for parents to meet and interview a number of babysitters in under an hour.
I'm about to head out for my first speed dating experience. Was a last minute sort of thing, friend posted a Facebook update that her friend still needed girls for tonight's event and wouldn't it figure it is being held in my neighborhood and is free, so why not? I figure I have nothing to lose, but I'm still nervous, I feel like I'm going on a job interview!
Okay, seriously, what the hell is up with the cotton balls?! I had a meeting in Jefferson City today, where they happen to have a Target and a Kohl's (cue the choir of angels). Get this: Target is also out of cotton balls! Did a plague of locusts destroy our nation's cotton crop?! I read something once where a man was saying he had no idea what women did with so many cotton balls. Trust me, they are a necessity. And apparently a scarce commodity right now.
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