I drove to Target right away and bought a bunch of beautiful Christmas lights, which I placed throughout the flat. I nearly broke my foot madly trying to hold the lights, and I burned the hell out of my hand trying to do all the candlesticks, but it all worked out beautifully. I couldn't decide what to wear because I couldn't decide up my mind. Harley persisted in advising me to put on a suit. According to any realm of imagination, I'm not a bigot. No offense to the females that do, but I'm never going to start wearing a suit. Furthermore, I am not dressed in a skirt. Because I had actually served a truckload of food, I vowed to go out and buy a new dress. My outfit consists of white slacks, a black halterneck tank top, and then a red sweater around my waist. It isn't glamorous, but it is
