I am prepping for a birthday party that will include 9 8 year olds, arriving in 30 minutes. It occurs to me we don't actually have enough chairs. Luckily the plan is for them to watch a 2-hour movie, east cupcakes, and run around outside.
What is mr. flea doing? Well a delivery of lumber arrived an hour ago. Why yes, we have a 10x14 foot hole in our porch right now, so you can't actually come in the door.
Luckily, 8 year olds will probably think the hole is cool. I just hope nobody falls in it.
One of my friends has "Hurricane party in the Hamptons!" as her facebook status. Staying in the Hamptons seems like a horribly bad idea right now.
And now that I look at her previous statuses, it's not that she got stuck out there. She was working yesterday, and then took the bus out to the Hamptons after work.
My friend is supposed to be having her high school reunion tonight out there -- she headed out yesterday, too.
I just hope nobody falls in it.
Good luck with everything! That sounds like an excellent party.
Ugh. I keep finding all these ways in which I failed as an adult this week, like not mailing in the rollover IRA paperwork, or not noticing until today that I am running out of tamoxifen pills, and that I am out of automatic refills, so I can't do anything about it until Monday.
I won't run out of pills as long as I do something about it on Monday, and the paperwork is not super time sensitive, but still, FAIL.
I hate stuff like that Perkins, but it's all easy mistakes to make. Forgive yourself, and then get it done on Monday.
There! Dishes are done! Now, nobody eat!
Forgive yourself, and then get it done on Monday.
Yep. I was thinking maybe I would also make some brownies and wallow in them today, just to complete the trend.
Yep. I was thinking maybe I would also make some brownies and wallow in them today, just to complete the trend.
That is a REALLY GOOD plan. Do that.
(And thank you for reminding me that I need to print out stuff to mail.)
There! Dishes are done! Now, nobody eat!
That is EXACTLY how I feel when I do the dishes. And inevitably, 5 minutes after I finish, Tim wanders in with 2 days' worth of dirty lunch tupperware from his work bag. Narg.