This morning only Alexander went to camp because sometime around April Jane told me that she was, “too old for camp” and didn’t want to go this year. Of course I called and asked if she could be a CIT, they said, “yes” and Jane explained that she wasn’t old enough to be a CIT.
She’s neither fish nor foul at age 13.
In the first minutes of June Jane begged me to sign her up for camp. Tough luck, only half the days she wanted were available so today she’s hanging out with friends instead of having Halloween in July. Of course this means she didn’t leave the house until after 10am and at 10am I had the Previlean Twitter Chat. I’d also forgotten about the insurance inspector that was coming to the house. He was supposed to be here before 10 but arrived after so I had to tweet and scream for him. It was all sorts of awesome.
I particularly liked the part where my daughter forgot her swimsuit and now poor Lisa had to buy her one and I’ve got to pay her back. I swear that kid is going to be impersonating Cinderella for the next few days.
After the chat I had to run off for a board meeting with VTAC. VTAC is Valley Traffic Advisory Council and I’m not 100% sure that I can communicate their message well, so here’s an about page. My friend Alex seems to think it’s a good idea and so far I know we’ve raised money for car seats for families who can’t afford to replace worn ones, memorials for fallen officers and training for LAPD detectives. Next month I’ll know more, I guess I’ll know more every month. Mark your calendars for October 5th, you’ll be golfing with me. I’m a horrendous golfer but I’m enthusiastic and I’ll totally let you drive the cart.
After the VTAC meeting I was able to squeeze in for acupuncture. It’s incredible relief and it’s oddly humid today so instead of suckling a tramadol I spent 45 minutes with a few well placed needles and I feel like a new woman. I haven’t needed a pain pill since I found Marin. I’m a total skeptic but whatever hocus poke-us that woman is doing seems to work. I picked up Alexander and he’s (predictably) exhausted so we’re just sort of laying all over each other on the sofa while he does the playstation and I blog.
Of course Jessica Randazza found the one thing I absolutely MUST HAVE.