Distracted?

Packing, Big Thicket annual meeting tomorrow (Cong. Brady showing up, and lots of other people, besides), C&D have both battled colds and the resultant sleepless nights, I strained my back, and this week visited every store in the Galleria area to find the Perfect Shirt to wear with my Perfect suit. Oh, and, right, I had to buy shoes. (I didn't want to visit every store in the Gallera area to do this. I hate buying shoes. So instead of dealing with the usual shoe-shoe foo-foo, I drove to one store off Post Oak, explained what I needed, and just handed over my credit card. At least that one thing was relatively easy.)

So, with so much to do, I am probably a little distracted. It maybe shouldn't be suprising, then, for you to find out that today after finally finding the Perfect Shirt (and Perfect Choker and Perfect Earrings) I inhaled dinner and for dessert ate an entire Chinese fortune cookie. Yes, the entire cookie. I ate my fortune. Sometime mid-chew I realized that there was something, ah, particular in my mouth, and extracted a piece of partially-dissolved, entirely masticated paper. I tried to retrieve my fortune, but, alas, it was long gone.

So now I have to go back to Shanghai Joe's and get another cookie. Fine by me. I like fortune cookies, and I like Shanghai Joe's. And, anyway, the sushi chef said she missed the babies and wanted to see them. I'll pick up another cookie when we swing by, maybe as soon as next week.

So tomorrow we present to the community the report that I edited, and I also get to do my quarterly treasurerly things. Since C&D don't know how to attend a day-long meeting, they are staying home with Matt (who does know how to attend a day-long meeting; don''t want to imply he doesn't). Tomorrow night we'll all kick our shoes off, collapse in a heap, and swap stories.

Great pictures lately. I'll post them when I can.