Merriment

It appears that I've gotten myself into a delicate situation. After playfully suggesting that I'm up for any kind of hooplah, I've successfully become the subject of an experimental date. The way I see it, I have two options:

a) I can back out now and just nip this brutal cycle in the bud.

OR

b) I (wo)man up, show up and see if I can manage to keep my head screwed on tight for an hour or two.

I'm this close to whipping out a coin to test the odds, but something tells me that I should save it for tomorrow morning. Sundays are meant for time-outs and introspection.

Note to self: Never joke around with Myra again. When she says she'll deliver, she most absolutely will deliver.