well, i did it. i reserved a park (not the one i wanted sigh) and rented the hall. now we're in like flynn. sorta. still a ton to do, but the big worrisome stuff is out of the way. at least i THINK it's the worrisome stuff. someone correct me if i'm wrong.
i called as soon as i could yesterday morning (about 20 minutes after they started taking reservations) and was on hold for 10 minutes, and when i got through, i found out the park we had wanted was already taken, for the time we had wanted. so i made an executive decision, and we went with another park that is just as pretty, just a shade smaller. mark's ok with it, so that's good.
and since it's 5 minutes before i need to leave, i'll leave you with this:
you might be a redneck if the last time you saw your daddy outside, he was picking up trash, chained to three other guys.
. . . you've lived the last ten years with shotgun pellets embedded in your rear end.
Pattern of the day:
11/7: Van Dyck Scarf. this is pretty. v shaped lace. my one question, which i'm sure my adoring readers can answer, is how is this pronounced? is it van dyke, like dick van dyke? or is it van dick? any voters?
11/8: Lobster Pot Simple Cable Hat. this is cute, and a good candidate for charity, but why is it people tend to name their projects for the yarn they use for it? i cannot imagine calling something a "redheart anything," sigh.
have a nice day!