The Practical Free Spirit

10:00am: My alarm goes off. GISHWHES is about to begin!

10:40am: I am already running late. Nala still needs a walk.

11:20am: Great America traffic!

11:35am: Arrive at the War Room and pull out the laptop.

1:10pm: We are obsessed with obtaining human teeth.

2:00pm: I have just asked friends the following: if they are willing to be photographed covered in clothespins; if they are willing to give a lecture on hostile GISHERS to fellow law enforcement officers; and if they know a VC with a “strong” sense of humor.

2:07pm: “Can we source human bones now?”

2:17pm: Now I am sourcing a pipe organ. I have always wanted to play a pipe organ so it’s worth a shot!

2:35pm: So this is proving to be an exercise in asking other people for help. For wacky, crazy stuff.

3:07pm: Apparently for a uniformed officer to be filmed requires official permission. Who knew?

3:34pm: Just wrote a heartwarming story of an act of kindness performed by a stranger. 50 words or less, baby!

4:11pm: Only four of us left in the War Room. We are talking about cats.

4:48pm: We’ve determined the bloody horn of a unicorn can be created with foam and violently red nail polish.

4:54pm: Have taken ownership of the kazoo tweed porn task.

5:00pm: Head home for some quality Nala time.