Wednesday, October 10
Call the Pope!
Friends, I performed a miracle last night...
It saved a twelve year old's life.
Last night at Nine o'clock, as I was prepping everyone for the next day, Big O announced that the index cards he had assured me were taken care of, were, in fact, NOT in his school supplies. Could I go get him some immediately, as he needed them for the next day.
It was the strangest sensation. My brain cells were bursting like I had Pop Rocks in my head!
Rather than begin beating him, I stalked to the nearest moving box and resumed my unpacking. Moved the (never used) fondue pot, lifted up the markers, and there they were.... Obnoxious pastel index cards left over from my dippy ex-husband's college years--that's thirteen years ago, people.
I am so calling the Vatican.