Hi, it’s Christina –
No time for a writing
challenge today. It’s my baby girl’s 15th birthday and I have a ton
to do. Make a cake, get her presents, wrap – YUCK – her presents. Something I
had hoped to do yesterday but the 9+ inches of snow put the kibosh on that idea
and today’s delayed opening has put me two hours behind schedule as it is.
I did surprise Dani this
morning with breakfast in bed. I made her chocolate chip pancakes. She was
really surprised, especially since it is a well-known fact that I’m terrible at
making breakfasts. I can make a chocolate soufflé stand six inches over the
baking dish, but I can’t butter a piece of bread to save my life. It’s the
simple things which seem to be beyond me.
I am REALLY not looking
forward to more snow tonight and then more again on Sautrday. I hope Saturday’s
snow holds off until considerably later in the evening because that is the day
we are planning on having Dani’s Family birthday party. The last thing I want
is having a houseful of friends and family taking their lives in their hands
going home from a party at my house.
It happened once before,
many, many years ago. My husband’s Godparents trekked down from North Jersey to
attend Lys’ Baptism. They had gotten the date wrong, and had showed up a week
early, so they turned around when they got to the hall and were told it was the
following week. They didn’t tell us about their mistake, just headed back home.
If we had known, we would have had them come over and visit since they were
down here anyway, and would have told them not to worry about coming again the
following week. The weather wasn’t the greatest that day, and on their way
home, they were in a terrible car accident. They both survived, but the
accident took its toll. They didn’t drive or leave the house much after that,
and we never saw them again. Needless to say, this is not something I would
ever care to repeat!!
Sorry to end on such a
sad note, but I’ve really got to run. I hope you all have a glorious day &
happy writing!
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