...that would adequately describe tired-er than tired? Whatever it might me, I'm feeling it, that thing that will provide a description of how I feel after going in to work at 6 a.m. and working until after 5 p.m. Following a desperate call to persuade the produce guy to say: 'you will be spending your day helping out in the floral department.' That is ten hours of being on my poor weary feets. I did take a break to run an errand mid-morning, but it still adds up to a very long day.
Mostly due to it being 'prom season', when all the schools across the continent think it is time to pay for teens to dress like adults without the knowledge, experience or skills to act mature enough to accompany their appearance. Probably safe to assume there will be much misbehavior going on in those expensive dress and rental tuxedos. Most have no idea how what the appropriate behavior for formal events should be. And will be acting the fool in more ways than their parents want to know.
All those dressy dresses get skimpier each year, baring more and more skin, with absolutely no place to pin a corsage: and very little to cover things that should not be exposed. Guys who are fully prepared to take every advantage offered, and girls who provide temptation without knowing how to say 'no'. Plus the freedom to stay out most of the night, and opportunity that leads to more mischief than they are prepared to resist. Something about teens and being unaware of the inevitability of 'consequences' that come with freedom.
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