So this morning I pack up the older kids' breakfast buffet and realize that after the food went out to the girls, I forgot to pack the tongs to serve the waffles. I broke out in a cold sweat. Oh, the thoughts that went through my head- What do I do? Do I wait for the driver to come back? Do I get in my own car and drive them up? The last thing I need is for that walkie talkie to crackle (the camps and administration communicate with each other using walkie talkies-so convenient and uber cool...) and have some disembodied girl's voice say- "Can we please get some tongs for the waffles?" So do you know what I did? I grabbed the tongs, looked both ways, and began to run towards the camp. Run Forrest, RUN!!! I figured I would meet the driver on his way down. So picture me, wearing my fartyx (O sweet Jesus that word looks hysterical!!!! I'm gonna type it again- FARTYX!!!!), it's blowing in the wind, I have my "batongs" in my hand, and I am running through the oselia. I made it up to the white building before the Dominos Van came down the hill. The driver (Frank for this week) thought I was nuts. He turned around and went back up the hill and I ran back. Popped back into the kitchen and no one even noticed I was gone!!
Had to make mashed potatoes AGAIN. They came with roast beef for lunch. One more xreshchennia tonite. My co-worker and I are going to sing a silly song.