Warning: It’s a run on sentence kinda day.
So, let’s just say that at your kiddo’s last team meeting, you brought your laptop, thinking you were all smarty pants cause you could take notes right on the computer and then send them to yourself and then pretty them up and send them to the whole team with one of those “This is what I heard, just checking that we’re all on the same page and that this is what you heard too” kinda notes. And then let’s say that at the end of the meeting there was this conversation that sort of threw you for a loop and then when you shut the computer, that’s what you did — ya know, just SHUT the computer without bothering to oh, say SAVE all the notes. And then let’s say you went looking for them last night before seeing Dr Dreamy, the neuropsych because there were some important details in there for him and aren’t you just so proud of yourself and your smarty pants idea to type out all the notes because then it’s right there when you need it? But then you realize that SHUTTING the computer without SAVING the notes kinda defeats the whole entire point and guess what? Yeah. No notes. Good going, Smarty Pants. Sooooo, today’s helpful tip? SAVE your stuff, people. Cause as it turns out, saying, “But it HAS to be here somewhere!” over and over again doesn’t really make it so.
On a totally different note, the bulk of the bake sale orders are shipped and on their way! We had a couple of outliers thanks to missing addresses or unspecified orders, but (I think) we’ve tracked them all down and they’ll go out tomorrow. In the meantime, Luau apparently pissed off a lot of people at the post office when he showed up with fifty-three packages that all needed to be weighed and entered separately by zip code. But hey, lucky him, he got the slowest clerk EVER, so it was even better. Let’s hear it for Luau!
So here’s how it all went ..
Katie working on the shipping labels. Yes, she wrote them all herself, and no, we didn’t drink the beer or put the Tabasco in the cookies.
Our fancy schmancy return labels, thanks to Luau and his awesome IT skills.
Brooke in her spot on the heating grate, psyching herself up for some drawing.
A package almost ready to go.
Okay, I can’t take it anymore, people. I feel like such a fraud. I have to spill the beans. Ready? Here goes. God, I hope we’re still friends after this.
I didn’t bake those brownies.
Or those cookies.
It all just happened so fast. We had so many offers to help and the next thing I knew I was saying, “Yes, please, help would be great,” but it came out more like “OH MY GOD, YES! I AM SO OVERWHELMED BY THIS RIGHT NOW AND YES! YES! YES! HEEEELLLLPPPPP! YES!” and then it turned out that we had so much help that there were people who had offered who we didn’t even need to ask and in the end, there was literally no baking left for us to do and all we did was collect the baked goods from the people who actually baked them and packaged them which turned out to be a really good thing, because who knew that packaging them would actually be a two-day job between going to the eight (no, not exaggerating – eight) stores to get the materials we needed to pack them to getting an eleven year-old to write fifty-nine packing labels legibly to formatting the thank you notes (okay, Luau did that, but whatever) to making the return labels (okay, Luau again, but they didn’t design themselves, ya know) to actually packing them and well, let’s just say that I was REALLY, REALLY grateful that we didn’t do the baking.
Whew, feels good to get that off my chest.
Anyway, we DID do some drawing for the $50 donations.
Well, the kids did.
I’m seriously starting to feel like a slacker here.
‘Candy Rain’ by Katie
‘Boots Needs To Calm Down’ by Brooke
I know, awesome.
And Katie wrote out the Thank You notes completely on her own. It was important to her that I not mess with them. So I didn’t. Mostly.
Okay, okay, I made just one tiny little edit because she had spelled ‘comes’ cums and well, listen, people, I know a promise is a promise but this is a family show for heaven’s sake and I don’t want carts or anything else for that matter cumming on wheels, mmkay?
Eventually, the packages were ready to go.
Don’t worry, we taped them up.
So if you ordered something, it should arrive this week. Hopefully, the yummies will remain intact, but I can’t swear that you won’t get a bag full of crumbs. I can swear that they’ll be really delicious crumbs. If you do get crumbs, I highly recommend pouring them directly into a glass of milk or eating them on top of a scoop of vanilla ice cream. It’s all in the framing, folks.
I also can’t swear that what we sent you was even remotely what you ordered. Cause I’m seriously not organized enough for that. But we tried, and hopefully we came close enough to make you happy. If not, please feel free to e-mail me and let me know. We want satisfied customers.
Thank you for being a part of this effort. It means so much to all of us.
Special thanks to Sassy, Alysia and Jane and all of their little baking assistants. Also to my mom who agreed to give me my Christmas gift early when we were running short of the total we needed for the Wii and my Dad, who will kill me for telling you that he paid for all of the packaging and shipping costs. Yes, all of them. Who does that? Well, my Dad, that’s who.
And you. Thank YOU. For supporting my girl and her crazy ideas. For helping us honor Tuck.
I can’t thank you enough.
Now I gotta go eat one of those extra cookies, cause holy hell they’re good.