Sometimes, the gods smile

Quote of the day: We're rotten to the core
And my congratulations no one likes you any more
Bad guys, we're the very worst
Each of us contemptible, we're criticised and cursed
We made the big time, malicious and mad
We're the very best at being bad
(Bad Guys, Paul Williams)

Got to class late last night, well, actually Wednesday night. Late to class, isn't that a shocker. I didn't get away from the house in time to stand a realistic chance of finding a space close to five o'clock. So I just aimed for six-ish. Pat was well into her intro to casting; the toddlers sat in rapt attention. So far, so good, no obvious drama queens or whiners. Almost the first thing I saw as I approached the door was a pile of flattened cardboard boxes on the corner of the table. I soon discovered why. Sandi and Karen were occupying themselves with emptying the boxes and putting our supplies away. I set down my stuff and went to work.

( Yada yada yada jewelry class geishalopes... )