Details? What Details?

A wise person once said, "The devil is in the details" I think it was Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada but I'm not 100% sure on that.

She was right.

We had a 1960's themed party at work today for our employees to encourage them to donate to the United Way. We're not picky, we just want 100% participation...just give...anything...monetary...or I'll cut you. Seriously, me and 10 of my relatives will show up at an employee's house that refuses to give...we call it "Pinche Persuasion". Works everytime.

So as I was saying, we have this party and this year (and the 2 years before it), I've been in charge of planning it. Every year I'm taken aback by the sheer number of minute details that I overlook. Stuff just gets by me. Thank goodness for K and her almost obsessive eye for detail and for everyone else that pitched in with out bitching...except for M who always bitches a little bit.

Now, I'm exhausted and I'm going to have to drag my reluctant ass to the dining room table to study physical anthropology. A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.