– Proofed and handed in my freelance assignment
– Obtained craft supplies, groceries, party food, tinting gel
– Returned books to library, picked up reserves (oh noes I was a day late with the Igntaieff book, paid my $0.25 fine)
– Baked bread
– Baked cookies
– Cake in the oven as we speak
Now, we just need to hit the party store on the way to collect the boy, and we need more icing sugar if I’m to make enough icing for everything.
I realised earlier that I won’t be warblogging the evening-before-the-party prep as I’ve done in previous years, which saddens me somewhat. Being up till midnight getting punchy from frosting various things has become a tradition.
I contacted the luthier and told them I’d be in next week to buy the 7/8. Except I miscalculated what I had left in my ING account, and I can’t count on my provincial return will be here in time, and my 4/4 hasn’t officially sold yet. I may have to send an apologetic e-mail to say er, sorry, will be renting one more month, thank you.
And then, to add insult to injury, someone’s just listed a double bass student model for $800 on Craigslist. I’m gritting my teeth at the moment. (First a house; then a double bass. There is no room for it here.)
Ack, must not forget to start the pizza dough.
Today is kind of a mess. There needs to be a cake and two batches of cookies baked, as well as our regular bread. HRH is doing most of the grocery shopping after dropping the boy off with the caregiver, while I finish up the latest assignment and hand it in. We need to head out to the craft store in the east end to pick up supplies for the crafty part of tomorrow’s party; party decorations need to be picked up as well, at a different store. We need to hit a particular grocery store for a couple of items not available at our regular grocery store, and another speciality store to pick up gel colouring for 
Last night: After an extra-long bedtime snuggle, I tucked the boy in and kissed his forehead. He held his arms up for one last hug. I obliged, and he gently nuzzled my cheek with his and whispered, “Thank you for my happy birthday.” My heart just about exploded.