Brane! Tired! Words! Escaped! Glut of punctuation! Send help.

Ryan has discovered this strategy too. This morning, his mummy asked him if he had a stinky nappy, and he attempted to shift the blame to the animals on his Baby Einstein DVD.

Oh, Ryan, even your devious is heavy-laden with cute.

So, we didn't win. Sadface. But we totally should have!! We really truly had the best pitch, and slides, and I tossed out a few glass bead necklaces at the end! I didn't even want to win until tonight, and now I really wish we had. But the president of a local recycling company came up to me and gave me his card, and we're going to set up a meeting with him. I don't know how the hell we'll have time to make this happen, but we're going to try! (The winning idea involved people trading unwanted beads for bathroom tokens along the parade route, and I gave her my contact info and told her I'd help her since I have green event experience.)

Thank you all very much. The whole thing is just kind of sad--the project was a huge success, but she's trying to make sure she's not being blamed for the few little, fixable things that did go wrong.

she's trying to make sure she's not being blamed for the few little, fixable things that did go wrong.

Oh, yuck. What a waste of energy!!

Disappointing evening, mostly because of putting hazelnut half & half (which looked exactly like the regular half & half packaging at the store) in my mashed potatoes. Also, annoyed about the fact that as soon as I got a date and place for the fundraiser I'm trying to get going, someone chirped up with a conflict even though the dates we were looking at were discussed fully. And of course I find this out after I send a joyous email out to everyone announcing the date and place.

Just stupid annoyances that mean nothing except you think, why do I even bother?

Also, annoyed about the fact that as soon as I got a date and place for the fundraiser I'm trying to get going, someone chirped up with a conflict even though the dates we were looking at were discussed fully.

"I'm so sorry you have a conflict you were unable to bring up when we were discussing this date. We will miss you at the fundraiser."

Foo, Nora. Also, you know I'm in for volunteering/soliciting donations/whatever, right?

Must go to bed. Must get up at 5. Bleccccch.

I was digging out stuff tonight for my Halloween costume (random devil), and at one point the bed had a big floofy pile of red and black crinoline petticoats (red petticoats and black petticoats, not red-and-black petticoats [what? I want the mental image to be clear]) and red-and-black stripey stockings.

I told Tim, "Oh my god, it's like Jilli waved her magic wand over the bed!"

I told Tim, "Oh my god, it's like Jilli waved her magic wand over the bed!"

Bwah! One part of our bedroom floor is currently hidden beneath a layer of b&w striped skirts and black or pink petticoats. And boots.

Jilli - I sent you an e-mail yesterday. Not sure if I got the right e-mail addy.