so about a month ago i thought it would be JOLLYgoodfun to sign up for a booth at our church's fall bazaar. and it probably would've been, too, if i weren't the kind of person who waits till the last minute and then has to assemble 72 craftish things to sell ALL IN ONE WEEK.
yes. the bazaar (there's a reason this word sounds like bizarre) is on saturday starting promptly at 9am. i am considering asking them to change the venue to a different time zone just to give me a few extra crafting hours. i hear it's nice in alofi this time of year.
of course, you should probably put your sympathy on hold as quite plainly this is all my fault. i am what is known as a procrastinating perfectionist, which is a term you may be unfamiliar with as i just made it up, and also we pp's mostly lie low as the perfectionist in us does not like to be seen in public with the procrastinating side. basically a pp is someone whose modus operandi is to determine the last possible moment we can start a project so that it's possible to complete it not only in time but also with a level of quality that knocks everyone's metaphorical socks off.
sometimes we miscalculate.
which makes the second p in us curl up and die. and then promptly undie, as we only have two days left here and if anything's going to get done it's certainly not happening with that other quack in charge.
but alas, my ten minute drivel-break is over, so i must wrap this up.
in conclusion: let this be a lesson to all you pp's out there. the lesson being to stay far, far away from bazaars as they are evil. and also maybe there is a secondary moral-of-the-story in there about procrastinating less, but you know the joke, right? we'll work on that later.
addendum: melissa just commented that procrastinators are the leaders of tomorrow. love it!
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