The big Adoption Fundraising Yard Sale upon which I have pinned many of my hopes and dreams...it's in a week. A WEEK people. And I am not ready.
I still have boxes of my own stuff to sort through, appointments to go get other people's stuff, a permit to arrange for from the City, volunteers to line up (where are all of you people who said you would help? Hello? Hello? Is this thing on?), posters to be made (insert expletive here because I am NOT a crafty chick), an advertising email to be created, a donation box to be made, tables to be picked up from a friend, prices to be researched on some of the "larger" items that have been donated already, cash to be pulled from the bank so that I can make change, and probably fifty gazillion other things that I can't think about right now on account of I am FREAKING OUT.
I also have to take Grasshopper to the store to choose a new bicycle because that child is essentially potty trained, and he deserves it. Unfortunately this will mean spending every waking moment at the park until he either tires of the new bike (bwahahaha I am so funny) or exhausts himself and falls asleep on the darn thing.
So I guess my point here, (yes there is one, stop looking at me!) is that I may not be around much this week. Or I may be here daily documenting my self-destruction, you never know. Okay, I guess I didn't really have a point afterall. Nevermind.