....there was not a single other item present as a part of the teacher conference buffet spread. As I am a follower by nature, it is very disconcerting for me not to have an example of WHERE (exactly) to put plastic cutlery. Above the microwave? Cabinet? Refrigerator? What if I leave them on the counter-top and they are GONE by 3 p.m.? I ended up tracking down a piece of paper, writing a note that defined its specific purpose, and putting the forks/knives/spoons on the far right of the counter top--you know, noticeable-but-not-too-eager. When you join the PTO they should probably have an orientation that EXPLAINS what a SmartBoard is and WHERE the plastic utensils go on conference day. And also, how to peddle wrapping paper and if it is legal to do so in my "Gretchen the Beer Wench" costume.
Have you heard of First World Problems (link HERE) by the Badger Hut? My entire life is a first world problem. Apparently, I am Mrs. First-World.
Except that today, I had to run errands 8 thru 67 in preparation for G's birthday party on Friday--and in doing so, I came upon a RIDICULOUS road closure. Apparently, the suburb I was
But then I *accidentally* hit the pre-Thanksgiving-pre-Christmas sale at Target and bought an electric razor scooter, a pair of rollerblades and a sleeping bag... and so it appears that Satan still owns me, particularly when debating whether or not I'm ready to commit to LED tree lights this year. I dunno, it seems unauthentic.
And then, I decided to *actually* try my hand at sewing that fabric bunting I was being all sarcastic-kitten about a few days ago. Which is a less-than-great use of time in the whole scheme of the WORLD; but my world these days is creating a tablescape for nine-year-olds that includes the layering of a turquoise table cloth (adorned with the bunting) beneath a large doily, beneath a glass plate. And Just Dance 2. Or 3. Or 2.
Up tomorrow: The creation of a *miniature* fabric bunting to top the cake, because the First World *loves* a theme.