Cari and I were up late last night, ironing out the essentials of our End of Year Party. I can’t even believe what a mess the committee members have made of what would have been an easy task if they had simply followed our directions.
The party is in less than two weeks and this is what they have arranged so far. For dinner: pizza and two liter bottles of soda. For entertainment: the Man Space Band, which is a bunch of overweight dads who play in their spare time and are awful! For children’s activities: a couple of party games and a craft made out of popsicle sticks and glue.
Does this sound like a party to ANYONE?
No one even called Drake to see if he is available. I am sure he isn’t now, but he might have been when I told Marsha to contact his people. You never know.
So Cari and I drafted a twelve page manifesto and went out for a mimosa or two before our committee meeting.
The meeting lasted six hours and was very lively. Some of the committee members quit because they think our ideas are “too hard”. Fine. They can go to a crummy party with pizza and soda instead of the spectacular gala we will be having.
I am letting Röbert have the fun of bathing the kiddos and putting them to bed while I rest on my laurels and my 450 count Egyptian cotton sheets. It is hard making people do what they should do.