An Emu?

Today was a day that I have been anticipating, though not expecting it to actually happen until a few years from now, say in the second or third grade.

"Mommy, Miss Anita is coming tomorrow for drama, and I need an emu costume." By tomorrow. And I wouldn't really know an emu if it moseyed over from Australia and bit me on my cellulitic pink tushie.

And I was supposed to go to a dinner program with CME credit with Karen and Candy, but Karen was feeling like early onset roadkill, I've been fighting head congestion since Monday and I stayed up a little too late last night watching election returns, so rather than pick up Micah, pick up Thea, deliver them to Steve's office and then head back down I-295 to Mount Laurel in the rain, we cancelled.

And by cancelling, it meant that I could go to the first PTA-like meeting at Thea's school (they're still debating what to call it since many have negative connotations about using PTA, PTSA or the like - it's all just window-dressing no matter what's decided, IMHO; the consensus was to call it the school's Family Association).

The route home from the Lawrenceville campus is conveniently near a Michael's, which I thought might be a likely source of the raw material needed to turn my daughter into a bird that looks like a motley toupee on sticks with a bird head on a skinny neck and a semi-vacuous expression on its face.

Fortunately after the meeting, I asked YanHong's mother (who is also the science teacher) about the costume issue - and her daughter has also come home saying "I need to be a blue start by tomorrow. . . ." and she found that the children made their costumes. Panic averted. I still stopped at Michael's and got a brown/grey/white maribou boa to help Thea create the mood. She's on her own for the beady-eyed vacuous expression and the twig legs.

This is the 100th post on the blog! I thought it was just #99, but I just checked. I never thought I'd keep on going much beyond our return from China in July 2007.