So, I worked the registration booth at the picnic on Saturday and got to meet a ton of people. I was surprised at how many people showed up - the weather wasn't that great. Then again, free food ......
At one point, a little boy, maybe five or six, came up to the booth, obviously upset, and cried, "I can't find my MOMMMMMMYYYYY!!!!!" then melted down. Poor kid! Don't worry - we found his mommy in short order.
Oh, and the organizers inadvertently ended up with the Dunk Tank of Doom when the fire department filled the tank with extremely rusty water. Bleeccchhhhh.
Sunday was spent moving - what else is new? I'm down to odds and ends now - I guess I'm ready to go. I just wish I could stop worrying about the cats adjusting to their new neighborhood - does anybody have any ideas on getting them settled in? That butter-on-the-paws thing is just an old wives' tale, right? Or not?