Also, which was entirely expected, there were a few foul-ups. One of the other phone tree parents lost her list, and no one had a master list detailing who was to call which parents, so I told her the names and numbers of the other two parents, and she called them to see which parents THEY had to call, and narrowed down which parents were on her list.

It occurs to me suddenly that y’all canNOT possibly be interested in this kind of detail about this stuff. Moving on…

The spud looked mighty tired when she stumbled off the bus. She said she didn’t get much sleep last night, so she’s taking a nap now. She’s a bit stuffed up, though I’m not sure whether it’s because she’s developing a cold or is suffering from allergies. Almost the first sentence out of her mouth was "We saw a LOT of homeless people!" followed by detailed descriptions of each homeless person she saw. The highlight of the trip, from what she told me so far, is that she, Ella, and Anna stumbled into a leather shop which was selling instructional posters on smoking pot, and were immediately hustled out by Michelle before they could look around any more. Poor Michelle! I should call her and demand "What the Hell is this I hear about you dragging my daughter into a leather shop??"

Damn, it’s good to have her home. I worried about her the whole time she was gone.

I finally, FINALLY called and made an appointment to have my eyes checked. It’s been 2 1/2 years since my last eye exam, and thus I’ve been wearing this pair of contacts that long (though I take them out every night, you understand). I think it’s time to retire them and get a new pair. I also called to make an appointment for a cut and color (uh, hair. Not eyes). My gray roots have grown out about two inches now, so I guess it’s time. I just realllllly hate going to have my hair done. If I were a guy, I’d shave it all off. Hell, if I weren’t afraid Fred would freak out and run away screaming, I’d shave it off. Ah well. Maybe next life.

Okay, I’m outta here. See y’all Monday, if not before! —–