"You did say you wanted your hair to be short, right?"

First, a quote from work on Monday

Unknown guy: (to my co-worker, who is a friend of his) “Like my new lip stud?”

Co-worker: “What? That’s no jewellery! You go to kiss your girl an you’ll stab’er!”

Work overall went well. Drice thru does seem to make the time past a little faster, just becuase you have to consentrate so hard to make up what they mean. Like this order.

“I wants a double mac meal nar cheese onions double pickles Sprite girltoy happy nuggets with white milk three custard cones.”

And he’s gone, leaving me gaping at the screen. And yes, the lack of punctuation is also deliberate. At any rate, the day went well, and then I had the next three days blissfully off. 

Tuesday was the day of the Brownie/Guide/Spark/Pathfinder banquet, which I went to as a guest. It was fun, though I think I found a number of the speeches funny when they weren’t supposed to be. “All the leaders are important. No one is more important than anyone other. But I have to tell you, the most important leader is the Unit Guider. The work she puts in…” And there’s me, grinning like a loon in the middle of the room. 
All of the groups performer an entertainment each, which were quite good, considering. The Sparks,( 5-6) as always, got by on getting cute, but the Brownies (7-8) had a fun dance. The Guides (9 -11) had a song/skit which had enthusiastic participation, which is rare. And the Pathfinders, (12 -15) who are usually too cool to put any kind of effort in, turned up with a prepared song including guitar and accordion accompaniment, which was quite unexpected.
In addition, the organizers of the banquet had put out a ice-cream tub for donations for Gid. Everyone in town knows about him, and with him now being in Toronto for treatment, the concern has only grown. They asked me to come up to the mic (in front of about 300 people) and give a little talk about how he was doing. Which I did, heart in my mouth. They had warned me earlier that they wanted me to talk about how he was doing, and then in the introduction the MC mentioned that she really didn’t understand what Gid was doing in Toronto, and she hoped I could explain it. Oh my, how do I say this so that I don’t panic the children? They’re eating, for goodness sake! But I stumbled through, and my sister Fraulein said later that I did a good job. *sigh of relief* 
They raised $141, in the course of the evening. No prior warning to the attendees, just a bucket by the door. We really do live in a remarkable place. We also came home with most of the leftovers from the banquet, which makes my job of cooking that much easier. 😀
I had a protracted series of confrontations with my brother Trapezoid today, beginning with him cable-tieing his sisters, and ending with my shaving his head. 
*wide grin*
That makes it sound much worse than it actually was, I just couldn’t resist that line.
The confrontations of note started with me washing dishes, and having it brought to my attention that, at their request, Trapezoid had fashioned hand-cuffs out of cable ties for his sisters. Discussion ensues of how it is never appropriate to cable tie your smaller siblings. Tempers are lost. I go down to apologies and explain why seeing the small ones with their hands and feet restrained pushes my panic button. He is reading a western book instead of his school book. TV time is taken away, and writing is started. An hour later, more discussion ensues over what is considered the proper amount of writing for a 13 year old to be turning out. He’s saying that a 49 word quote and 18 words of original commentary is enough. I’m holding out for 250 words minimum, of which no more than 100 are a quote. I win this one. During supper, he remember that his cadet inspection is coming up, and he needs a hair cut. 
I will take this opportunity to point out that I have never cut hair.
He does need a hair cut, though. I pull out the trimmers. We can only find one attachment, so we decide to go with a one-length cut. I start the trimmers, who buzz alarmingly. I start carving chunks of his hair out. Just as I get it to a tolerable “mushroom cut” stage, the cutters start making a different note and neglecting to cut the hair, so I have to resort to the scissors. I thank God he didn’t need any styling, just short. And it’s short now.
No, actually, I’m rather pleased with the cut. It’s not lumpy unless he stands with his head just right in the light, and with the cadet cap on he looks quite sharp. *is proud* 
That is a normal amount of drama in a day with Trapezoid, really. And I didn’t include the minor confrontations. 😀

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