They said it couldn’t be done.
Actually, they didn’t really say anything. I doubt they even noticed. But the point is, we sure did prove them unaware naysayers wrong, now didn’t we? That’s right; cause we DID it!
30 Whole Days of Misfit: Mission Accomplished.
And once again, we dance.
Yep, it’s a good feeling, alright. Actually, it was all the feelings. The good, the bad, the ugly, the occasionally nausea… they all brought us where we are today.
30 Days older. 30 Days wiser. 30 Days more firmly established in our own Misfit skin than ever before.
And in addition to all the fireworks and cutting of rugs, I wanted to mark this momentous occasion the best way I know how: by rambling semi-coherently.
So without any further adieu, I give you my heart-felt ramblings…
Oh, and make sure you tune back tomorrow to find out the winner of The Stupid Game. Because I’ll be announcing that. And it could be you!