Uh Oh....

Being responsible is not a gift, it's a curse. When you're responsible, you actually need excuses for being late, you feel bad when you don't turn in a paper, and you get roped into managing things like a talent show for your Temple.

Yep, li'l ole me was told that I was helping manage a talent show. I was like, "ok..." sincerely vowing in my head that I would ot do any work because I'd already done it two years in a row! In the end, me and a couple others were the ones that ran the whole thing.

On the day of the talent show, our manager, Rebecca, went into labor. 'whoppee for her, but hey, we have a talent show to run! Why couldn't she just squeeze her legs together and suck it up?' No, don't worry, I didn't think that. But it definitely put a dent in my plans for a smooth night.

My hopes were squashed again when I got to temple and Ed wasn't there.

"Where's Ed?"

"I dunno."

"Isn't this his bar-mitzvah project?" (btw, he didn't do anything for it)

"Yep."

So there we were without our manager, and the guy who's supposed to get all the credit doesn't even bother to show up.

"Thank Goodness Brianna's here at least, for our stage crew," I thought. Wait, was that in present tense? I should've known to make it past, because about halfway through the service Brianna's mom caught him skipping services and carted him back home, smoke coming out of her ears like a normal mother. Our numbers were fast dwindling.

I managed to make it through the rest of the service without panicking, and then it was time to round up the performers. One, two, three, four... where were the Smiths?

"Uh, does anyone know where our other two acts are?"

"Nope."

Just great.