Worky worky worky. Lots to do today. None of it is interesting, but at least it's activity of a sort.
I've now had one of my glaring moments of lacking common sense for anyone in the office to notice. We had a beautiful bouquet of flowers delivered for the lobby yesterday. I received them and arranged them nicely in the vase and set them on my desk, where they were much admired. Now, I'm fairly intelligent, so one would think that I would know enough to put water in the vase. And I do know this, of course. But apparently just thinking "I should put some water in there" is not enough- it seems one actually has to take the action of fetching the water. Which I did not do. So, of course, the things died overnight. Lame, Joanna, very lame.
I'm wearing Mardi Gras beads today, but I don't think anyone has noticed. Come to think of it, it's possible that people have noticed, and are now wondering to themselves why the receptionist is wearing tacky cheap plastic jewelry. But hey, it's Mardi Gras.
Speaking of Mardi Gras, we're celebrating the Mom's birthday this evening instead of tomorrow, which is the actual day. (This means we won't be at open mic, for those of you who would be interested.) Erica pointed out that Mardi Gras was a slightly more festive day than Ash Wednesday, with which the rest of us were inclined to agree. And there's the added point that today favors feasting, whereas tomorrow is meant as a day of fasting. (Gee, that one little "e" sure makes a big difference.) Thus. At lunch today, I'm going to swing by the Cafe de Paris, to see about picking up some birthday eclairs as a substitute for cake. (Mom's own idea.)
One more thing, then back to the busywork.
Hey, Erica, can you guess what we forgot? Hint: it's appropriate, considering their name.