No soup for you!

OMG - so I had this whole post typed up this morning and then something kooky happened and phhhhhht! GONE. WTF? What key combo did I come up with that scrapped what I was doing and started editing the previous post? Bizarro-world. I'm so upset. I was funny. It won't be nearly as funny now. Or maybe it will be. You didn't get the chance to read what I wrote before. Maybe I'll be even funnier! To dare to dream...

Soooooooooooo
Alex goes to a private school. And this private school just so happens to be a Lutheran school which means chapel and religion classes and priests behaving inappropriately with...wait...no...scratch that...that's Catholic school...have to wait for that one next year. The 8th graders at this school get to take an 8th grade trip to Washington, D.C. every year. Brilliant! And I get to go! MORE brilliant! This was the 8th grade trip I never took. I didn't get to go. Julie got to go. I didn't get to go. Just like my senior year trip to Paris that EVERYONE ELSE in my 4th year French class got to take - but not me. Even though I would have been taking a boat tour down the Seine on my BIRTHDAY. It's so pathetic, I think I still have the tear-stained brochure somewhere. And then there's the freshman year in college mandatory spring break trip to Florida. Never happened. My girlfriends loaded up the car and went without me. My parents said no.

So now I'm officially living vicariously through my son. Only slightly MORE pathetic would be if I said I chose this school because of this trip. I assure you I did not. But it was a fantastic perk. To go on this trip the 8th graders do fundraisers to offset the cost. One such fundraiser is the spaghetti dinner/silent auction/fun fair next Friday night. I'm selling tickets...and you're all buying them, right??? RIGHT??? Another fundraiser is hosting the Wednesday night soup dinner before Advent and Lent services. We worked a couple during Advent. I made soup, I brought soup, I ate soup, I cleaned up soup, we made money, I went home.

And now it's Lent, so I signed up for tonight's dinner. But that was before. That was before the weekend of no power. That was before I remembered that Monday night was the biggest.night.in.Scouting - the blue and gold banquet. That was before my laundry room became so overcome with dirty clothes that they formed a human body and trashed my house. That was BEFORE. And so here I sit, with no soup.

So I'm going to do the lamest thing ever. I brought my crock pot, empty as the day I bought it, and I'm going to leave here and stop at a restaurant and buy quarts of soup. I will pour it into my crock pot on the way over there and haul that baby in like I made it. Yes I will. I'm going to lie my ass off about it, too. That's right...lie to the Lutherans! LIE!

Alex knows the truth of course and thinks this is hilarious.
So which is more pathetic? My excitement over my 8th grade trip when I'm almost 36 or buying soup and passing it off as my own. It's pretty much a toss up at this point.