Everyone, hush please! El Presidente of the Spanish Club has just informed me that I have a top secret mission.
It's entirely my own fault, but he's saddled me ith planning the school's Day of the Dead festival.
It's my fault because I suggested it. I should keep my big mouth shut. Now I'm stuck organizing a bunch of gifties into baking skull shaped cookies. Imagine.
It's terrifying. I have until November. Eeek!
Oh, and Michael, if you're reading this, I'm thrilled about this. I heart planning bake sales. Really.
I swear.
Yay, dead people.
Going Wodwo · Wed Sep 27, 2006 @ 04:17am · 0 Comments |