Hey, Where's My Tiara?

Another week has gone by and I haven't had time to post. It's a sad world we live in when a girl doesn't even have time to blog.

I've been working, working, working. 'Tis the season, after all. That and I recently became the president of our church. Well, really it's our "fellowship," since we're Unitarians. The word "church" implies that there may be dogma involved, and Unitarians don't go in for that sort of thing. Noooo way.

Anyway, this president thing has been taking up a lot of my time. Here I was, thinking it was going to be all diamond tiaras, limos, and loin-clothed men fanning me with palm leaves. Turns out it's nothing like that at all.

It's more like someone has made me the mom of the congregation. People come to me for answers, complain to me about unfair treatment, and want me to come up with rules when there aren't any. I think I should just send them all to their rooms!

AFTER they agree to spend some of the budget on men with palm leaves....

Despite this new undertaking, we had a very fun and relaxing Memorial Day weekend. We took a 20-mile bike ride, had a Memorial Day celebration with Grandma Joan, hiked with friends, watched a movie, did some yard work, and generally just enjoyed ourselves. We also got a lot of sleep, which was FANTASTIC.

Bike ride

The gang on the front porch, Memorial Day

Diversions on our hike