I didn't get to go to school dressed as Minnie Mouse. Color me disappointed. It's a long, sad story that doesn't bear repeating, so I'll spare you the details.
The bake sale made over $160 and we were pleased. Now we're hoping they'll send someone down to get it in person and that a reporter from the local paper will record the event of us handing the donation over to them. Everyone thought my cupcakes were from a store; not sure if I should be pleased or disappointed in that. Hmm.
Also, I love giving massages to people. Especially people who really seem to need one and are so thankful that someone is trying to help them feel better. It's a good, good feeling I must say.
I want to paint. I am upset with myself for not having begun one as of yet, and I hope to remedy that this weekend. We shall see eh? This weekend. I am supposed to go up to the school tomorrow and help give chair massages to people coming through the open house, and I do rather need to make up a bit of time, so I probably will. Just the car is struggling, and I don't want to drive that commute on a weekend. Ugh. I do, however, want to do the massages.
Anyhow, that is all.