That last bit came in because Tabby's ditsy mother (yeah, me) got confused. In part because I know how she feels about some of the people on the Leadership Council.
She seems to have adopted my knack for volunteering for too much.
In other news, I went to a potluck dinner with my co-workers tonight. Now, while I sure it is much healthier for me, I kinda dislike having a potluck with skinny women. One plate?...Really?? Okay, one other person had one more serving of my Cheesy Potatoes, but it's not the potlucks I am used to where you can delare a winner by looking to see whose pan is emptied first. I admit that I had thirds of my potatoes when I came home.
I am also several years older than the ladies I work with. This all happened at my manager's house and we were pouring through some of scrapbooks. She was 5 years old when I graduated from High School. When I pointed this out, one of the girls laughed and mentioned that she hadn't even been born yet.
We did have fun. They are a great bunch of ladies.