Just for fun

It is quieter here today. The boys have gone home, the teens who invaded this afternoon have vacated, and packing has commenced.

I do have to say that I have good friends. When I suggested this concept, they pitched right in with their ideas. Next year we'll have to work on set-up a little more if we do it again, but this isn't bad for our first attempt at a Period photo. Please ignore the crew neck t-shirts, plastic planters, and the lawn chair off to the left. Oh, and the sign wasn't spray painted; I'm getting soft-hearted in my old age and protected the name of the not-so-innocent. I present to you, loyal readers, "Ma, Pa and the Boys." (That's Pa right behind me. Oh, yeah, well Vicky isn't a Boy, but she's a tomboy, so that's close enough.)

Party over

We had the July birthday party a couple of weeks early tonight. About 20 of our friends came for burgers, brats, cake, and home made ice cream. I'm still stuffed.

I think I've found an easy way to do parties. My boss catered most of the 'real food': meat, baked beans, slaw, and potato salad. We did the vegie tray, desserts and condiments. It was the most stress-free gathering I've ever hosted (hostessed?). Of course, the fact that I had six people to help me clean the house sure didn't hurt!

Yep. Catering is the way to go.

Tomorrow the Boys go home, and I start packing for Rendezvous.

Pass, thanks

I set a new record today when I got four credit card offers in the mail. Two were identical from the same company. Lucky for me, they all had postage paid envelopes in them! I love that. I just wish I knew how the people at the other end react when they get the application back in the mail, blank, with the enclosed letter:

To Whom It May Concern:

Please remove my address from your solicitation list. You may put it back on when you stop doing loans and start doing grants. I am on the road to being debt free and have no wish to be enslaved to you.

Thank you*

When I worked for the stock broker we occasionally got our mailers back, usually with no identification, sometimes with comics enclosed to increase the postage cost. True, we had to pay the postage, but we didn't know who'd sent them, so we didn't know who to take off our list. By sending back the blank application (with my name on it) and a signed letter, there is at least a whisper of hope that I'll get off their mailing list. Then again, maybe that's why I got four of them today.

*Feel free to use this tactic if you choose. I didn't copywrite the verbage. :)