Thursday, March 22, 2012  This Is Where A Sense Of Humor Would
Come In Handy  A long time ago, I mentioned how great it was
that the boys' Scout troop has an annual mulch sale as its
fundraiser.  Unlike with cookies, say, or gift wrap, dads are
willing to get their hands dirty with the mulch thing, leaving
us moms/wives to our leisure as they spend the weekend loading
trucks, unloading trucks, corralling not very motivated boys
into lifting 25-pound bags of landscape cover, etc.  Maybe
wearing a frilly apron would make me feel better One would
wonder, then, how I managed to be drafted last June into the
role of Troop Hospitality Coordinator - a role which includes,
among other things, making sure that these hardworking men and
boys are fed well and often during delivery weekend.  Was it
temporary insanity that made me agree to take on the job?  Was
it the assumption (tragically false, as it turns out) that the
mulch sale always occurs in April -- that is, after my yearly 31
March contract deadline?  Or maybe