almost had a panic attack in the Party Store yesterday. I was shopping with Marcia and was totally stressed trying not to blurt out stuff about her upcoming surprise party. She knows there's a party but that's all she knows. We had to tell her because it's in MA and she wouldn't take kindly to being locked in the trunk for the fourteen hour drive. Plus we'd have to blindfold her to let her out every two hours to pee. She IS gonna be fifty, after all. Anyway, since she knows nothing about the party and I know, umm, more than nothing, it was really hard when she was talking about getting stuff for the reunion and I'd immediately think about the birthday party. Seriously, now I know what "biting your tongue" really means. And it freakin' HURTS!