In my dream it's Sunday morning.
I wake up ...
Today's the day I've organised to cook and freeze 70lbs of salmon at the synagogue with the help of a friendly friend.
Only - we've forgotten to pick up the salmon the evening before.
I wake up, shrieking.
'Argh! We've forgotten to pick up the fish ...!'
Only it's not Sunday morning - it's Friday.
And we haven't forgotten.
Yet.
First Born's barmitzvah - 4 wks and counting ...
UPDATE: No, it's 5 weeks and counting. Doh! Scrambled brain ....
Sounds like you're in the state bordering on panic - or have you already gone over the edge! ;-) Keep smiling, it will be fine, you know that!
ReplyDeleteChill out, Debi. I have never seen a more organised woman. I think you had better add "everything will be all right" to one of those famous lists of yours.
ReplyDeleteHi,debi dont forget the barmitzvah poem! love,im okay homelesschicken xx
ReplyDeleteAb Van - Panic? Me?
ReplyDeleteNoooooooooo ....
Minxy - Ok. You're right. I'll add it in triplicate on a spreadsheet, word doc and hard copy.
HC - so glad to hear you're ok. But ... er ... barmitzvah poem? What barmitzvah poem? See - I've forgotten already ...!
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ReplyDeletebut then again with a creative mind as yours,you should not need a prompt..x DRY!! homelesschicken