Where I am now.

I'm sitting here totally rocking to Sinead O'Connor's This Is The Last Day Of Our Acquaintance....great song.  Son and Daughter are at Religious Education.  I have 40 minutes until I get right back in the car to pick them up.  Husband will be home by the time I get home with them.  So why aren't I making dinner right now? BECAUSE I'M FRIED....Say hey, hey, hey, what you say, Sherry Darlin'......

Two more days.  My best friend and I are running a fashion show fundraiser.  We have been swearing for 3 years that this is the last year we're running this thing....only this time we mean it!  Our families are wonderful for putting up with us during the preparation, but it's taking it's toll and next year it is finally time to pass the torch on to any fool who'll try and keep it lit.....200 women at our club for a fashion show....70 raffles that we have collected, organized, decorated and wrapped in cellophane....70 little graphic descriptions I have made and cut out by hand and placed in little frames....Music, food, dessert, fashions, models, egomaniacs, centerpieces, table cloths, sound system, clothes racks, total pains in the asses.  BUT.  BUT.  BUT.  On Thursday night??  The room will be beautiful.  We will have 70 gorgeous raffles.  We have amazing fashions!  The wine will be flowing, the women having a ball and hopefully spending all their money!!!  We're dividing the proceeds between a children's shelter and two local breast cancer coalitions (my mom is a 2 time survivor and one of my dearest friends is a 7 year survivor - she's 40.)  When we're counting up the dough on Friday morning, all of this will be forgotten and I will feel elated and very proud.

So now I must get back to real world.  Make dinner, make last minute phone calls, finish computer graphics, handwrite 70 stickers and put on 70 little bags to collect raffle tickets......tick, tock, tick, tock.....the music continues...run and hide Sunday Girl....  Ahhhhhh.  Blondie.