Full Disclosure

I went scrapbooking tonight with the partners. And I had fun. But then Carly saved me a seat (as I sat down she whispered to me, "I got us seats far away from the CWITs," so it's not just me, people!) and kept giving me helpful hints. This scrapbooking thing goes hand-in-hand with the urge to purge. I'm determined to take the piles of photos and mementos from our wedding and put them in something that can actually be seen rather than shoving them all in an old Amazon box where everything is a great big jumble. Speaking of that jumble, you Jews out there, what the heck did you do with the leftover yarmulkes from your wedding? I can't bear the idea of throwing them out, but do I really need twenty lavender (yes, lavender! oh, shut up) kippahs? Anyway, I have to say, some of the women at that group scare me, and I just can't ooh and ahh at the ways that you can conserve papers and make elaborate layouts. And I will shoot myself if this woman is a reader of this blog, and I apologize in advance, but it has to be said: Does anyone really need two scrapbooks about her cats? In my world, even one is excessive, but two? Two is right out. And the dedication of some of these women is intense! Looking at their books--wow! Sends me running back to the Amazon box full of crap. But any excuse to hang out with Carly and Stef is a good one and I found it immensely satisfying to file away my memories. Carly's a great help and she doesn't seem to mind that I scrapbook the way I paint (you know--fast. Just get it up and move on). I feel kind of silly when I'm doing it, but it was a fun night.

Steffanie and Carly brought me up to speed on what's going on with the Partner's steering committee, and I'm just kicking myself for not joining. I could work magic with this group. Or at least make a lot of noise. I am so good with the noise. Anyway, they mentioned that for next year's orientation they were thinking about having cute T-shirts with capped sleeves that read "Section P" in glitter (and Carly, I am so sorry I embarrassed you when I said, "That would be cool if only it stood for 'Pussy Power.' This is why I'll never qualify for CWITdom. No tact on my part). Must...keep...comments...to...self. Ah, if only I ruled the world. Or at least HBS.