Okay, prom really is over and done with, so let's really move on to the next topic.
Dummy Boot Camp.
I'm officially declaring the month of April National Dummy Boot Camp month. Or at least local Dummy Boot Camp month. Extremely local. Like within the confines of my own thick skull.
I'm going on a bear hunt during the month of April. A bold, brave, treacherous bear hunt. Deep into the recesses of my own mind.
I wasn't gonna ask you, but I need someone to talk to about it, being as I can't talk to my hub, since every time I mention it he begins to chuckle.
See I've been on this bear hunt for a long, long time--years in fact, and I've slowly been moving towards this enormous, great wall in front of me. It was very far away for a long time, like Cleveland far away. Like when you're walking down the strip towards Excalibur far away. But I kept taking baby steps toward it.
And now I am standing right in front of it.
And I'm shaking in my boots. Mostly because I don't know what it's made of, or how many bears are guarding it. And also because I don't know how to get to the other side.
I can't go over it. I can't go under it. And I can't go around it.
Gotta go through it.
I hope Dummy Boot camp will whip me into shape so I'll be ready to skin me some bears.
I also hope it will sharpen my vision so I can see not only what the wall is made of, but also where the secret passage is that leads to the other side.
I'll explain everything later, but who's with me, peeps? Huh? Team Dummy? Huh? Huh? Huh?
(I'm afeared of bears, btw! Are you still with me?)
Hands in the middle . . . Goooooooo duMMy!