chalk it up to fakeness

I did a TON of laundry today before our second concert of the weekend. We have one of those fake wooden drying racks that everyone has, I think, from Target and it's fabulous. Well, it was fabulous until today when I had hung three or four shirts on it and the whole thing just sort of collapsed. I should have seen it coming, since parts of it have been loose for a long time. But man - the worst day to have that happen. So I went and bought a new one. I tell you - get the expandable one with the mesh flat drying optional thinger. It's AWESOME.

Yes, there is a day when I am excited about drying racks. That day was today.

Then I proceeded to get myself extremely lost on my way to the orchestra concert, since it was at a place we don't normally play at. And I curse those signs that tell you what city you are in - they are deceiving! I had to call my dad and I was angry, late and on the verge of tears, telling him that I was going to be late, so why should I stop somewhere so he could direct me out of there? Extremely irrational, but we got me to where I needed to be and I made it through the concert.

And now I'm trying to do my assignment for Tuesday since tomorrow night is the make-up Storyhill concert. There are no words for how excited I am. All I can say that is if the fire marshall shows up again, I'm chaining myself to one of the boys. Ok, maybe not, but I will be extremely mad.

And now time for bed.

Quote o' the day:

"There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music." - George Eliot