Eghads, whats wrong with me is probably that unending lack of sleep LOL.  Welcome to the fool issue of "Kirin's done lost her marbles again".

Last day of faire, happily, I send my husband down with the money to pay for next year's vendor space (larger too we were TOO small) with glee...... only to have him return and tell me a MUCH higher figure than anticipated.  more than twice as much....  I'm doing the math in my tired head, thinking....... whats going on here?

Considering exhaustion, I was on the verge of tears, and we packed up and went home.  Before I did I asked a few vendors how much it was for the tent space i wanted, since there's was the same as what i was asking for.   They tell me the same amount as i originally figured...... huh?

Wait...... i'm thinking, then why is mine more than twice as much......... I'm actually numb going home wondering, Did I do something maybe and they dont want me back?  Was I offensive in some way I dont remember?   I realize all these thoughts are stupid, but remember this is a woman here who didn't actually see Ruth's neon flaming blue rug under my feet and was flicking my cigarette on it last week.

I get some sleep, not much..... and decide to recalculate my math.   Holy crap people, shoot me...... really someone needs to put me down and out of my misery.

Hows about my figure TIMES THREE WEEKENDS!    So the other vendors were right, figuring i had the brains enough to times the base against THREE weekends........ apparently they didn't realize they were dealing with a brain clouded bafoon.

I wrote Liz and Richard, appologizing as I must have seemed like a complete and total nitwit. *head-desk*