Up early this morning because I'd been asked to come and open today's meeting of City Council with prayer. (The World's Best Secretary suggested I look around at the alderpersons, say, "Oh, God help us all:" and sit down. I resisted the temptation!)
Downtown half an hour too early for anything, stopped at Denny's and took on ballast for the task ahead of me.
I didn't fall down the steps nor did anyone offer me violence -- sat with the City Chaplain through the protocol items at the beginning of the meeting and then skibbled back here to MHU to confer with people who want to shoot a television episode for a Major Network here (it's those Gothic arches, get'em every time)...we are considering it...they are considering it. Our unworthy hope is that mucho dinero will result. It's about those BOILERS...
I have hours of work to do in baptismal prep and wedding paperwork, and had best get at it.
Despite my onerous Civic Responsibilities (wrist to brow) I had time for a little more scissor-work with the Taffeta Cat this morning, left her reclining at the top of the stairs, arranging her comb-overs, or lick-overs.
And tonight Daughter Unit and I tackle another mare's-nest of clutter in the Ancestral Abode!
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Daughters are a big help when it comes to decluttering, in my experience.
World's Best Secretary has World's Best Sense of Humor!
She is All Doll, Auntie, truly!
I liked secretary's prayer, too.
Yay for decluttering. I am impressed with your persistence. Maybe some of it will rub off on me. . . .
first of all, i thought i had the world's best secretary, but... dang. yours is good.
second of all, you are SO FUNNY. i actually said that out loud as i was reading. and i'm alone in a dark room.
thanks for a laugh.
wanna come declutter here? nah- i'll try to do it on my own. try...
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