So last night I dreamt that my daughter went through my closet with her ‘learning scissors’ and all my dresses for Nationals suddenly looked like those snowflakes you make in school. I woke up all relieved.
But maybe it was a warning about the impending doom my kid would soon bring forth. Later in the day, as I’m checking my email, I hear a whoomph. I look up not quite in time to see a big inflatable ball smash into my full open 32 oz water bottle. Down it goes. All over my cell phone.
I dragged her Sponge Bob watching butt out to the T-mobile store and tried to look like a broke, stressed, single mommy whose kid just wrecked her phone so the guy would cut me a deal (my contract isn’t up for a few months yet). It worked! I got out of there with an average phone for about $50.
San Francisco is about just a week away, but I think I’m going to start packing. I like to see how I’m doing and what needs to go and what can stay. I’m also donating a raffle basket to the PI cocktail party and it’s going to be great! I realized a little too late a few things are on the heavier side. Hmm. Those may have to go.
Anyone else packing yet?
I don’t enjoy packing so always save it until the night before. But I do start making a checklist a few days before if it’s not a business trip.
I’m glad your lovely dresses are still in one piece.
Hurray for the safe dresses! Hurray for a new phone! Have fun at nationals–I’ll be having fun getting married and honeymooning. :)
I dragged her Sponge Bob watching butt out…
Lmao! Leave lil Shello alone. It was an accident. Porbracieta! (Her, not you.)