Donnaj, welcome to Thursdays. You reminded me that I did something sort-of childlike a couple of weeks ago - I went to a Prom! Our local AA Central Office committee held a Prom as a fundraiser and it was a blast! Everyone got into the theme and dressed up in prom dresses, wrist corsages, turquoise tuxes - the whole lot. Even my hairdresser had fun giving me "prom" hair. I had never gone to any of my high school proms so this was a first for me. It was such a smashing success - we raised over $3,000 - that they're thinking of making it an annual event.

Moff, please don't delete your posts. T&P's mom is right; many of us don't always make it to Thursdays because we're busy or can't post with the boss looking over out shoulders. Just because we don't respond, doesn't mean we don't love you.

And on another note - the squeaky wheel gets results. I've been living out of boxes for a year while earthquake retrofit construction goes on in my apartment building. In January of this year, my living room was relocated to another apartment, because that was the only room they supposedly needed to work on. Nope, they tore up the bedroom ceiling too. The actual construction only took a few days, and was complete sometime in February. I've been waiting since then for them to close up the work, paint and allow me to move my living room stuff back to where it belongs. Each time I called the contractor or the building manager I was told they were waiting for the building inspector to approve the work. So, finally, almost three months later, I got tired of their excuses and the waiting and called the City building inspector myself. I'm sure the contractor isn't happy with me rattling the cage, but they're in my apartment today closing up the ceilings. Painting should begin next week and, hopefully, everything will be back in my living room by May.

The cats are happy too as they HATE going to the other apartment while the contractors are working. I'll be happy to be able to sit down to eat meals and watch TV and use the Internet with the kitties pestering me.