So, I did my usual Saturday thing yesterday; laundry, cleaned up some, did this and that. My phone's been acting up again, and it seems that I have a bunch of voice mail messages, but the silly thing hasn't rung, nor has it got any calls in the call log from about half of these voice mails.
Today, I did the church thing again; I was RED hot on the podium. Afterward, a few of us hung out and we hung up some artwork, the mirrors in the bathrooms, two whiteboards, and cleaned out several cabinets and moved some book cases. It felt good; more needs to be done.
I still can't find my tuxedo pumps. I'm thinking of going up into the attic and seeing if they somehow got lumped into some of the christmas boxes or something. I only have another day or so to find them. Assuming.
The formal dinner thing is Friday night; I don't really have a tux, and I don't have a date, since Tom won't wear a tux and doesn't want to go and I can't think of anyone else to ask (that would say yes.) Bleh. I'll get talked into going and who the heck knows what's going to happen.
I also have a thing on Thursday night, Tuesday night, and .. YAGH!
I will survive. It's pride next weekend, and I think I'm going to retreat into my space since it's my usual Sunday off. I think.
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