Je Suis Loser

Interviewed our town parade's grand marshal this morning. With her son.

It went well, I think. Mostly, anyway. I made her cry, people!

::headdesk::

I was warned it would be emotional since she lost her husband in February and it was going fine until I asked how she felt about being grand marshal and that brought up rumors for last year and, yeah, bottom line is she left the room to go get Kleenex. Sniffly, not full-on tears.

Still! :(

I dislike interviewing people. Maybe if I did it more I'd feel less nervous.

So now I'm going to get to work on school board and supplement that with Sims 2.

(Also, re:subject line. I just wanted to use it. Aw, boys. Though I do feel a little loser-ish. Making old ladies cry.)

Emergency

Grandma fell and broke her wrist.

A friend of the family who is a nurse had just been visiting. We called her and her husband back.

Mom, Dad, friend, and Grandma are currently in the emergency room. Last I heard, they'd filled out the paperwork and were waiting.

It's fine. And it'll be fine. But, God. One of the worst things is to have someone rush in and out with nothing but a, "Your Grandma fell down and they're pretty sure..."