briefly...

We have a fun, busy weekend coming up. On Saturday, which is also Alex's ninth b'day (more on that in a future post), we are going to Chicago to see the sights, which may also include the festival of lights on Michigan Avenue and fireworks at night. On Sunday, we are hosting Alex's football party and their families for a post-season celebration party. I suppose about 30-40 people will be coming. So, since we'll be gone all day on Saturday, I've been spending today getting ready for the party... by sorting thru the basement laundry room. Because, of course, the nine year old boys coming to the party will notice a tidy and organized laundry room... Why is it that when I get the urge to do that throw out/goodwill sorting is exactly when I should be doing some other, more pressing house duty?