today's the day I do something stupid

Really when is it not that day?

Do I wake up in the morning thinking this to myself?

Lauren seriously if at any time you want to do something completely stupid, go right on ahead. Really.

Go For It.

No. Not really.

Today I did some nice things that didn't include stupidity or any type of mistake making abilities.

You know, the abilities I usually hone to a sharp precision
ice-pick to the cranium 
point. 

 Other times my stupidities seem as if made from this two ton heavy thing.

Today I fetched the painter out to J's house and got him set up to paint, ran out and helped my friend, I petted some lonely cats, I helped feed a Guinea Pig. I admired our other friend's amazing collections of similar products amassed from some need to continue gathering. Even though she will never ever use all that stuff she's already got, we are totally going straight to her house in the event of a nuclear holocaust or zombie takeover or whatnot. Guess what? I just realized I never say whatnot in real life.

I conned the Wal Mart TLE guy and he aired my tires up for free. They went from 30 pressure-gallons-of-air to 35 and the van drives way nicer now. Not total perfection but the steering wheel's not as jiggling now. Is jiggle the way you spell it? Yes I think so because if I use a g the van would be giggling. And no, the van is not happy, since my 15 year old sometime this past weekend managed to back it out of the garage and hit not the back, not the front of the vehicle but the side. The side of the car has a big white mark. And now the garage door doesn't quite close as nice as before but hey, that won't be a problem till probably two feet of snow is on the ground, so why worry now?

I also scraped, sanded primed and glazed one of J's windows. Finally. I'm not sure if I sanded it down enough so I'm'a let him take a look at that. But I can for sure glaze windows. 



The Elementary Halloween Costume Parade was this afternoon so I took pictures of it and the rest of the festivities. One kid was a carton of Low Fat Chocolate Milk. Not kidding. Another child I know was Mustard, last year she was a Whoopie Cushion. I love that particular kid for this reason and because she wears multi-colored striped knee socks. I wish she was mine. Once upon a time in 8th Grade I was a Fried Egg, because in a book I was reading, the kid decided to be a Fried Egg so I made myself that costume. That is a little known fact, because I would prefer to have others believe I came up with that Fried Egg costume all by my lonesome.

My own personal kids were, of course, the cutest most adorable psycho clown and "the scream" characters possible.

Earlier this week or something I was somehow conned into being the person that does the school yearbook. How do I get myself into this type of thing?

Which leads me to the part where I do tell about my strange moment today.
The PTO President called me from her cellular phone as she was driving around, to ask me to send an email to some people. I was at my friend's house. She kept talking about the Building Project. The principal wants to postpone the meeting for November and she's going to invite the parents to the Building Project. I wrote down the information, I fired up my friend's computer. And I, the PTO Secretary said, sure, I can send the email to see if the other two officers objected to postponing the meeting.  Which I did, and I explained it was to tour the construction site of our new school being built nearby.
Except no. That's not at all the plan.
But yeah, that's totally what she was saying to me as she was driving around. Building Project. Meeting postponed till the 10th. Ask the other officers if they object. No problem.
Yes! Problem!

According to the e-mail I received  from the principal, nobody's going anywhere near the construction site of the new school. She wants people to attend the Bully Project film tomorrow evening.

So I emailed the PTO President and wondered who she was talking to about the Bully Project, because when she called me this morning the only topic we discussed was touring the construction site, which I wrote down on a scrap of newspaper as she talked, and then read it back to her to be sure that's what she wanted. I even called my friend who was standing right there, and left a message where I asked her, did I really write down that we were going to postpone so people could go to the Bully Project and I typed up a completely different objective in my e-mail because I am just insane?

OOOOOOOOohhhhhhhhhhh. Guess what. 
Building Project sounds exactly like Bully Project when you are listening to someone driving around talking on a cell phone. The Principal wished to invite parents to THE BULLY PROJECT.

I just ate too much candy. My cat is planning on eating the wrappers.