I'm going to be on TV tonight.

At 10:30, I ran to the restroom, and of course the office buzzed my room. The secretary wanted my cell so the principal could call me. A few minutes later, she called and told me that the local ABC affiliate was coming to interview me at 2:00.

Now.

It's Friday. I'm wearing my jeans and school shirt. My hair is pinned up. I have base and mascara and that's it. I even forgot to put on earrings. I usually dress pretty nice, but on Fridays.....

So, I'm thinking I'll run to Walgreen's at lunch, since my lunch and planning are together. Instead, I go to the office to see if they have any extra of the nicer collared school shirts. Um, no, but the counselor traded shirts with me. Only her shirt says "counselor" so the teacher next door took a plastic flower off one of her pens and made me a pin to cover that up. The counselor also had make-up she let me borrow, and another teacher let me borrow her earrings.

The kids were cracking up because I picked them up from PE looking COMPLETELY different.

So the man came and we went into the library and he asked me questions and I'm sure I rambled. Some stuff was coherent, but I'm still scared to watch.

And Cindi....we'll know Monday what the results are, but we do know she has to go back into surgery.