"Sorry mom, I've just been so busy."
"What about right now?"
"...but it's 9pm."
"And you still have three more hours left of Tuesday."
"Hey Beetle, you do a blog today?"
"No, I was too busy."
"You gotta keep on top of that. People read that stuff."
So, my dad and I have been planning this little fundraiser for Saturday, August 13 in our town. It's sort of a big deal, in that the proceeds are desperately needed for our area soup kitchen and it's our first year planning the thing.
Here's what we've got going on:
- Food. Lots and lots of it.
- Vendors. People sellin' their goods and non-profits looking for volunteers.
- Kids stuff. Games, arts and crafts, bounce house, face painting, storytelling, etc.
- Music. All. Day. From 9am to 8pm.
- Raffle. Including several gas grills.
It's been a little more involved than we expected. Like, "So we need a permit to sell food??"
And, "Maybe we should have more than five vendors so we don't look stupid."
And then there was, "So you're saying the bands want to know exactly when they perform??"
And now that we're in it up to our eyeballs it's probably a good idea to follow through.
Although I threatened to quit all responsibilities more than once.
This includes laundry. Mostly because I would prefer to not have to fold laundry.
But in the end, what we're doing in preparation for August 13 will be worth it.
And every missing Weekend Wrap Up, Ten on Tuesday and Friday Confessions means more time for figuring out how to add fried burritos to the menu or harassing local pastors into signing up for dunk tank shifts.
I know you understand.
That's why we're friends.