A Tattered Reputation

It's another marathon weekend - both in fact (the Cowtown Marathon) and in the sheer numbers of things going on (something fun tonight that I'll blog about later, our best friends J&S coming to town and the marathon). Plus there's also a conference at our church this weekend.

And here's the problem. I sit on the committee that helped plan the conference - the conference that I can't attend because it's a marathon weekend. That, however, hasn't stopped me from feeling horribly guilty that I've only helped plan and can't actually help do. So I volunteered to prepare the food for the conference's Saturday morning kick-off session.

I volunteered to make food, of course, because

1. I like to cook,
2. I completely ignored my schedule and,
3. I'm apparently not happy unless I say yes to one too many things.

But we all knew this already, right?

Since we have something fun tonight (Friday) and the conference starts Saturday (7:30 am), I had to do my cooking prep during a free night this week (ummm...my only free night this week: Thursday).

And wouldn't you know, my cooking prep didn't go well:

When The Boy got home, he asked why the conference muffins were in the trash can - I had to explain to him that you can't take burned muffins to a church event. It would ruin my reputation FOREVER.

I guess I'm buying breakfast for the conference...which is also a reputation-dinger. {sigh}