three things make a bad day...

It looks likely that unless I do something/round up some people to do something that there will not be Girl Scouts at Casper's school this year. Ugh.

We had a communication failure about pickup that led to me waiting outside worrying for half an hour. And it could have been solved by someone calling me, just sayin'.

The cat is dragging her butt on the floor.

Oh, four! Both kids are crying, because Casper tried to kiss Dillo, and he punched her in the face. Nice.