Gak

With everything that's been going on lately (moving offices, ceiling collapses, getting things ready for the upcoming show season, trying to resist the urge to strangle my boss) I almost forgot my mom's birthday. Well, I didn't actually forget, I guess I kind of lost track of it, resulting in me looking at the calender this morning and going "Crap. It's July 26th. Crap. Her party's in two days. Crap."


So, I've been using valuable (insert snort here) work time trying to track down something giftlike, and ordering a Shrek cake. (hey, I had a Harry Potter one for my birthday so it's only fair. Yep. Strange gene pool.)


Oh, have also discovered something. Plaster is very heavy.