Well, not fancy or anything, but more than the norm of jeans and jeanish things. Two and a half weeks ago I had to temporarily assume the role of president of our local historical society when the reigning pres was hospitalized. I'm the vp. Of course, much to my dismay, this was just two and a half weeks before the annual meeting and 'chowdah supper'. The informative email that I received from the pres's wife was that nothing had been taken care of. Oh _____. So, while juggling a massive amount of key work (which seems never ending at this point still), tunings, SC estate stuff (though now minor), and of course canning(!), I endeavored to get it all together for the meeting...which I had to lead. Which I can force myself to do, but I hate public speaking. And to my surprise the recuperating pres. showed up and ate. Well...it's done with.
And...
I am so glad to back to jeans and a t-shirt today!
4 comments:
It's just as well that one cannot place wolf-whistles on here, my dear!!!
Aw, thank you. Maybe they should add audio!
Squeeee! Lookin' awesome! Congratulations on rising to the challenge!
Thanks, Edts. I didn't enjoy the challenge, however. (OT - Some homemade relish should be heading to your house in the next week-ish)
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