My hands are cramped from cutting out hundreds of stars . . .
My lungs are full of glitter like old-timey miners . . .
The blister I got from the 10 year old hot glue gun we borrowed from the art club is finally healing . . .
And I’m pretty sure the super glue holding Rolo’s left hand fingers together will wash away in a few days…
But it will all be worth it when I get to see the look on your faces when you walk through the Prom Arches, built with only the finest papier-mâché Brookside candy sales funds can buy.
Only three weeks to go, Brookside. This the Final Countdown.
And I don’t mean “The Final Countdown” as in the actual song my dad fist-pumps to at sporting events . . . PROM is almost here!
Labels: decorations, Nova's Notes, prep, prom
POSTED BY Nova @ 12:23 PM on Monday, April 11, 2011
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