Last night I spent 2 hours sitting on the floor of the multipurpose room at Harry's school, watching Air Buddies (a classic film experience, I swear), eating cold pizza and arguing about weather Harry could actually be hungry after 3 pieces of pizza, 2 bags of popcorn, a bagel and a Capri Sun. At the end of the evening, I concluded that the PTA is trying to destroy me- to weaken my resolve to the point that I'm open to their diabolical plan and join them.

Which I did- this morning at Molly's dance class when PTA mom J mentioned that they needed someone to help the fund raising chair. Before I knew it,I'd scrawled my e-mail address on the back of a gum wrapper, entranced somehow by the notion of spending hours adding up checks and sorting out wrapping paper, bulbs (both light and flower) and chocolate sold to fund the nefarious purposes of our local chapter of Satan's Gal Pals.

Then I came home and sewed Molly's Easter dress- totally forgetting that she has two- TWO- Easter dresses upstairs in her closet, both of which were too big last year. Just as well, because I apparently mis-measured and the dress is big enough that Harry could wear it, should he choose to. (Though pink polka-dots aren't really his thing.) So now I have *next* year's Easter dress all set, thus continuing the self destructive spiral of year-to-year sewing. And forgetting.