Friday, 12 June 2009
Pray for me...
For those of you who may be wondering if I've dropped off the fact of the earth (there must be a couple of you), I have 26 hours until nine little girls will be tie-dying shirts at my house. I'm just about to go out and buy food for the flower children. Gulp. Watch this space for an account of the triumph/disaster and the ensuing well-deserved rest/horde of angry parents on my front porch with torches and pitchforks.
What's so bad about peace, love, and understanding? They need to be planned and catered, that's what.
Where's the mind-altering drugs when I really need them?