I know you are, but what am I?

Yep, in a moment of utter maturity, i slung those words out to one of my co-chairs tonight as we were crawling on the mall floors taping down extension cords. I do believe my friend Danielle, who shall forever be known as "Bitchy Grouchy" (but I love her), called me a Cranky Ho Bag. Its possible that it is true, but did she have to say it when my ass was sticking in the air and I couldnt defend myself properly? As I have been talking about for days now, we have been preparing for Casa's for CASA. The playhouses are moved in. The volunteers are 99.5% scheduled for 14 days at 2 malls. Now all we need to do is raise $60,000. Holy FUCK. Yep, I just said the F-word. The enormity of the whole thing kind of came crashing down on us tonight as we were doing some hard core manual labor. We have been so busy preparing for this, that we forgot that we need to raise a crapload of money. I am pretty sure that we can do it. It just freaks me out, as I have NEVER been a part of anything like this before. Ever. So, as we are all starting to feel the burn and get nervous, we start doing what any rational adult does- we start calling each other really stupid names. Yep, Ho Bag, Gouchy Bitchy and my favorite- Buttmunch (that one was coming from the girl that works at the legislature). Aren't we just really doing our parents proud right now?
So anyways, the event has begun. It looks good, now we just need to put the money where we have been running our mouths at. Otherwise, we need to answer to the Board of Directors. And I don't think we can call them Buttmunches. At least to their faces.