I feel like the kid who hasn't given any thought to what she's going to wear on the first day of school. I suppose I should warn you right now--come January first I'm going to show up in my flannel nightie, I just know I am.
Uh, no...none of that going on here. I hope inspiration will strike on New Year's morning. With my luck, all I'll get hit with is a huge headache, courtesy of the champagne I'll drink to push 2008 into the history books.
But I do have a title! Does that count for anything? Please say it does. I'm telling you, it's all I've got at this point.
Oh? The title? Last First Kiss.