|Sorry Diego, but it's Naproxen Monday for me...
||[Aug. 28th, 2006|03:34 pm]
|||||Badly Drawn Boy, Hour of the Bewilderbeast||]|
Feeling every minute of my 43 years today...
I can't really blame MDRF though...after the laps I was running at Virginia Faire, this weekend was practically a vacation. I think it was the rushing back to the car Sunday afternoon, driving like a lunatic, walking the hounds, hosing off the coating of sweat and Revel Grove dust, and throwing together a picnic for 60 neighbors with guests arriving less than an hour after I got home.
Crap, I'm getting even more exhausted reliving it...
Did I mention the herd of children? When I moved into my neighborhood, the only "child" was 16 years old. Last night my yard was crawling with kids. 4 infants, 6 under fives, 8 six to 12'ers. My ovaries were hiding up behind my ears, quivering in fear that it'd be contagious. Thank goodness I keep a toybox so that I can make offerings to the tiny terrible godlings and kept them from destroying anything I care about. (I did lose a cat toy and there's a chocolate chip cookie ground into the carpet, but I'm considering myself having gotten off easy...)
Everyone seemed to have a good time -- and it was the official Scary Perry kick-off meeting, so here we go. We pronounced our theme and said the secret word. (No theme, and diaphanous) Yeah, okay, so we suck at coming up with a theme...and at keeping secrets.