In an effort to make you feel smart.

One of these days, I am going to get the "stupid" tattoo removed from my forehead.

But not yet. I obviously still am living it.

In January, let me repeat, in January, I signed my boys up for EFY in Provo for July 4-9.
At least I thought I did.

Saturday I got an email reminding my EFY goer, that would be singular, EFY enrollee, that the session they signed up for was next week.

NO FREAKIN' WAY!!

So I look up the confirmation that I have had SINCE JANUARY.

Sure enough!

Scotty is going next week and Jeff is going July 4th.

Um, who doesn't notice a collossal mistake like that !?!?!?!?!?

Me obviously. Me with the "stupid" tattoo on my forehead.

So now I have scrambled for transportation, paid twice as much as I would have driving BOTH boys to Utah at the same time and having fun with friends while they were safely tucked away at BYU. I had great plans and dreams of no-kid fun shopping at cutesy little shops and quilt stores. I had planned on meeting/visiting bloggy friends. Oh, I had made my list of what I would do ALL BY MYSELF/Childless in Utah. Only to have to ruined by my own stupidity.

Sigh.

(So I looked up stupid tattoos on Google images. Oh my.
Not shareable.)

This little guy thinks I'm a genius, and gorgeous.
Ah, the innocence of youth.