If Only Pushovers Were Like Turnovers

Before tonight's Port meeting, I stopped by the library to return a couple of books (Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist and Boy Meets Boy) and ran into one of the people I was hoping not to run into.

And now, even though I said I wasn't going to, I have agreed to help put together something for the county's centennial celebration. ::facepalm::

Why can't I just say no to people? I probably couldn't have even said no over e-mail.

But she really wanted help and was going to be working on it at city hall on Friday and I just couldn't say no. It wasn't until half-way through the Port meeting that I remembered one of the reasons for not helping was because I want to get both articles mostly written before Saturday. But a couple hours at city hall can just be a writing break.

I did tell her that I'm not really visually creative. When it comes to stuff like displays, I do better if people give me the materials and some instruction.

And tomorrow Dad's supposed to find some old tools that we can display at the county seat. He says we have some railway wrenches from sometime within the last 100 years lying around somewhere.

Plus, it is snowing. Maybe we will have a white Valentine's Day.