I survived the bake sale, though I must admit to feeling especially picked on as the snow tumbled down out of a sky that was filled with sunlight the day before, and is now clear as bell with a nice warm summer breeze...
What is the normal take from a bake sale anyways. Any thoughts?
I feel like the kids activities have eaten my life, and a lack of medicine is working it's magic on what's left of me. Dunno, maybe I need to make more time to read blogs. Might sounds silly, but its nice to be reminded of what this whole thing is about. Pretty sure I've earned an F in slave 101.
I tried to point out that I was no good at this, and back out of our arrangement. For some odd reason he seemed to find my statements objectionably amusing...Apparently we have been doing this long enough that we are wayyyy past that. Who knew?