It's Meeting Night
It's a third Thursday, and that means an Omicron business meeting. I managed to arrange a ride to Gig Harbor, though of all the addresses over there, this one is probably the easiest to find. But the dark, tree lined roads make driving at night a bit of a challenge for me, so I nabbed a ride. The meeting was pretty uneventful. We don't have the final numbers yet, but it looks like we only cleared about $250 in profits on Pizza night; well, with donations and the sale of eight pizzas that night, we may have cleared about $550. This is our lowest year ever. As with any fundraiser, they run their course. So, unless we come up with a good money making idea, this may have been the last year for pizzas. We voted for our Woman of the Year, who is bestowed with a tiara, some old velour drapes, a bouquet of withered silk roses, and the honor of putting on the dinner next year. I hope I NEVER make woman of the year!!! Anyway, that's how we do it at Omicron, and of course the Social ...