Today I leave for Memphis. That means that I spent the majority of yesterday running around frantic, trying to get everything we need to take assembled into a big pile. In the morning, I glazed a bunch of pots so that we can do a firing the single day we’re home before we leave again to go to War Eagle.

After glazing, I borrowed the car and acquired some lunch on assignment. (sigh of relief) After eating our lunch, we resumed the pre-show mania by realizing that we have not printed up postcards for the two shows. More running around like we’re on fire. Oh, what’s that? The van is only partially loaded?! Awesome. I think by the end of the day we had managed to get a handle on everything that needed doing on the work end of the trip. Now it was just down to the personal stuff.

With that in mind, I came home to pack. And pack I did. Well, for the most part. I still need to gather my lappy and other gadgetry up and stuff them in my “adventure bag”. Don’t ask. After I assembled most of my clothing, I sat down to write this week’s article. This is where my evening took a weird turn.

As I am finishing up my article, Teacher Sis calls to see what I’m doing. I tell her what I’m doing and she says that she’s coming by with her friend to see the new coffee pot and pee in my bathroom. All right. So they come by and pee in the bathroom. I explain to her friend, Coach Dolphin, about the face scanning business and started to get the scanner ready. While I’m doing this, T.S. shows C.D. the porno magnets on my record cabinet. This quickly devolves into them looking at the porno magazines that I’ve started acquiring to make more magnets from. Then their friend, who I’ve never met before, shows up dressed as the pink Power Ranger. So, let’s recap the situation for a second. I’ve got my buzzed sister and her two hot buzzed friends standing in my office looking at porno magazines. And one is dressed like the pink Power Ranger. What’s a man to do? Answer: trap them in ice.

Coach Dolphin.

Tiny Cleaner.

Yeah. Then they all left to go home to their families and whatnot. It was a weird night.

Anyways, I’ve got to pack up the lappy now. I’ll talk at you again from Memphis. More soon. ~SC