That's what a text message to my phone, at 8:34 Saturday night, read:
"OMG!!!!"
It was from my sister, and that's all it said. But I knew what it meant.
Unfortunately, that's really all I can say about it, for fear of somehow personally jinxing the outcome of something else.
I feel a little silly about how I'm feeling today. I mean, seriously?
Will it really matter if I don't do exactly what I did Saturday night, again tonight? I got a 10 minute hair trim Saturday night around 5:30 at Par Exsalonce (took my son); will it really matter if I don't bribe him again with a new matchbox car and sit in a stylist's chair again tonight? I'm not willing to find out. I'm calling this morning to make my appointment.
Will it really matter if I don't pick up two medium Minsky's pizzas for tip-off, and head to my brother-in-law's house for the game? Probably not, but I'm not willing to find out. I'll call later today and place my carry-out order for a medium pepperoni pizza, and a medium hamburger pizza.
Will it really matter if my son doesn't wear the same blue, Kansas sweatshirt he wore Saturday (unwashed, exactly as it came off his tired little head Saturday night)? Probably not, but I am not ABOUT to find out.
OMG!!!!