June 7th, 2006

Pokey

Bit of a pickle...

So last year I had told Mom she could come out for my next graduation. Yet, I want Dad out and want to see if I can get him. So now, they both want to come out.

Problem is they don't speak to each other unless they can help it.

Now what do I do.

It's a year away, and God knows if I will graduate next spring or not, but I have to start planning at least. Only I'd get myself in this pickle.

But the paper is ready to be proofed. Hopefully people will look at it, as I do need it. Eeeep.