Nun takes care of business - she hopes.

[sistawendy]

I spent last night at Lambert House doing the second half of the annual statistical report for local government funding agencies. As usual, the director spent about an hour extra telling me about the wormy underbelly of running a small non-profit. Last night was the tale of how he cleaned up the board of directors within weeks of being hired. Believe it or not, it was fascinating. Thrills! Chills! White-collar crime!

The drier in the basement of my building has been broken all week, so if it's broken when I go home tonight, I will take Ex up on her gracious offer of laundry facilities. She lives at the other end of town, but my son seems pretty psyched about the prospect of dinner with me. How could I say no to that?

Meanwhile, back at the birthday ranch, I was hoping I could finish the desserts tonight, but that looks unlikely considering the paragraph above. If this is the worst thing that happens to my party prep, though, I'll consider myself lucky. Lesson learned today: don't print out the guest list for your door person until the last minute. The RSVPs are still trickling in.

Comments

[m_cobweb]

I just thought of something--S. and I are coming separately, and I think he's only down as my +1.

[sistawendy]

I'll make a note of it.

[m_cobweb]

I could tell you a lot about the wormy underbellies of small, local nonprofits, but you might not want to know.

[sistawendy]

You're right. I know more than I want to already.

[bork]

Wait - I know you already have a lot of your plate, but do they need my *legal* name? Because that is Not Dwayne.

[sistawendy]

They probably do because they're going to do a background check - you're working with kids. On the other hand, they're as hip to the trans thing as cis people get.