Monkling’s Blog

Much too tired to blog or to be funny. Last night my son was stressing out because he never ordered prayer cards to give to people after the Mass Sunday. I said Kinko’s. He said where the heck will we get a picture. Darling Artist Daughter to the rescue. So today was the Kinko’s run, ordering a cake & trays of cookies, getting wine, getting more soda & water, and watching the men put up the tent.

Tonight I was out back with Theresa stringing white Christmas lights all around the inside of the tent. That should be really great for attracting tons of moths, don’t ya think? (Note to self: buy a bunch of citronella candles & insect repellent.)

I learned that it’s probably not a good idea to climb up a stepladder that’s on grass until you check to make sure it’s level first. I did, however, manage to keep my balance. It would not be good to get injured yet.

I still have to finish the programs for the Mass, replace the torn shades in the dining room with the new ones I bought today and de-fur the house. I am so glad I decided not to cook. We are either going to run out of food and drinks or we will have so much left over that I will need to have another party. The guest list keeps growing because Stephen knows about a million people. I didn’t even invite anywhere near what I would have liked but, as my husband pointed out, it is his party. He must have used Facebook to invite 50 people.

If there’s no sign of me until Monday, it just means I passed out from exhaustion someplace & I’m just lying motionless on the floor.

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