Well, that's the Summerfest, survived. Preschooler pageantry is cute for not quite as long as it usually takes, partly because the head of the Sniglet's kindergarten is clearly Public Speaking Impaired. And also, of course, because getting a bunch of 3- to 6-year-olds to do anything is like herding cats. Aside from the circus song-and-mime, there were, I dunno, food and weird activities and stuff... Events, carefully structured for Having Fun, tend to bring out my inner angry goth bitch, and DrBob is no better, so we always end up sitting around wearing black and glowering and asking the kids if we can leave yet. Oddly, the other parents never try to strike up conversations with us.
DrBob made a little video with the digital camera, and I'd love to put it up here but I haven't figured out how. You'll have to settle for a still photo.
Song du jour of the day: Staring at the Sun, by TV on the Radio. Since that's what I spend most of this afternoon doing. DrBob took a horrible photo of me all squinty and harpy-like, because he had the sun behind him and I could barely see. That'll be one for the scrapbook.