Leggings McGillicuddy and her ununiformed daughter infringed upon my daughter's cookie selling territory yesterday. I was close to making a stink just to be shitty, but restricted myself to flashing the stink eye. THIS is why I didn't want to do Girl Scouts. THIS is why I didn't want to do PTO*. It makes people like me small. Next thing you know, I'll be scooping up the field mice and bopping them on the head. Kill me now. Send me to hell so the hounds can pick apart my cold black heart.
To emphasize my capacity for smallness, consider my "teaching time" in the 8 YO boy's class as we discussed social justice and taking action. I discriminated against half the class by denying them a gew gaw that I gave the other half of the class. "Is this fair?" I asked. "Yes, because maybe you didn't have enough for all of us," said one do-gooder smarty pants. "We can share," offered another. "No, no, no, no, no! We we don't share! There is no sharing!" You know what it was? The gew gaw was STUPID. I should have given half the kids a Wii and then asked if that was fair.
My dear sweet hubster, who knows the darkness deep within my soul and is terrified by it, uhm, I mean who clearly loves me dearly, brought me the most perfect cup of coffee last night about 9 p.m. After a long, busy day, I had just returned home from my last Vestry meeting as a member of that body. I went out approving a deficit budget. What a spirit crusher that was! The deficit budget capped off a fine day of looming dark clouds between my ears.
Back to the coffee - I am currently involved in a project or two. One such effort is a series of on-line computer classes to help me with the Internets and Web site stuff to keep me employable. The hubster fed and put to bed the anklebiters and presented me a quiet environment in which to pursue my learning. The perfectly prepared and snuggly warm coffee by my side was intended to feul me through xHTML Because You are Old 101. Instead, I wasted that time doing, uh... social networking? E-mail? Stalking Whiskey. Whatever. But at 2 a.m., I decided to get some shut eye. At 3 a.m. the eyes still weren't shut. Shortly thereafter the 6 YO girl crawled into bed with me. Shortly thereafter the alarm went off. I'm tired and hungry and small. So, I'm just saying, maybe, if you see me, you can find some charity for me that I'm quite sure I wouldn't recriprocate.
* Just to clarify, I love the PTA and all their good work. I just can't do the PTA.