I can only take about an hour of American Idol. I felt this way during both the boys’ and girls’ performances. Truth is, the whole thing bored me. I only watched it because Lisa pretty much roped me into it.

Tomorrow I am going to a big charity event in Philadelphia. My boss and I (along with our respective dates) were invited back a couple months ago. A customer of ours is sponsoring it. I didn’t do a thing until last weekend. Then before I knew it, I was rushing around trying to find a dress. I went home to Mom and Dad’s and pulled out my prom box and I am going to use my clutch and jewelry from Prom 1992. Sometimes it is good to be a pack rat. At any rate I did find a really pretty dress at Macy’s. (Black Velvet) This evening I am going to buy a nice pair of stockings and a good bra that will give me a little oompf! Basically that means I am buying a bra that will be completely padded. Some of you may wonder, “But Donna, don’t you have a couple pair of falsies at your disposal?” The answer is yes except the last time I wore them, they slid out of my bra and into my armpits. Try explaining that one. No, I do not have matching tumors poking out from underneath my pits! Those are my boobs, I tell you!

Wish me luck!