Donna is all psyched about a party we're having tomorrow. When she got
home from work I didn't even get a hello kiss cuz she was running for
the kitchen to get started on a shrimp pasta salad. We're throwing a
going-away party for Juliette, although she isn't really going
anywhere geographically, just leaving The Star. Right now the head
count is around 40 and donna is making shrimp pasta salad, ceasar
salad, potato salad, macaroni salad, two cakes, and leaving the
grilling (the REALLY hard part) to me.