"No thanks!"

From what I hear, Scott's Candid Camera appearance was a brilliant four-second display of comedic mastery. Unfortunately, we were unable to tune in, because we are wannabe granola-crunchin', tree-huggin' hippies with no cable. My mom taped it for us, so we'll get to see Scott's exciting, almost-network TV debut later this week.

The dinner party was a smashing success, if I do say so myself. Nothing was burnt or disgusting, and our guests seemed to enjoy everything we made. And, it wasn't a completely grown-up evening, as we proceeded to get ourselves good and sloshed after the meal. I'll dip my toes in the waters of grown-uppery, but I'm not willing to plunge all the way in just yet and have an entirely respectable evening.

This week: the children arrive for classes. I prepare to feel really old, out of touch, and uncool. Also, if anyone tries to call me "Ms. Trudel", I'm going to cry. I think it's only a matter of time.


- posted by Trudes @ 7:43 PM