My brother texted to tell me the Colorado delegates walked out of the convention when they were told they were required to support Trump. That's hard core.
Today's entry in This Is How My Body Is Breaking Down After The Age Of 45** is getting my 2 permanent crowns. They're in the far back, so they're gold. I feel so gangsta.
**(No, really, in the weeks since I've turned 45, I've gotten bifocals [which I need to pick up tomorrow], gotten 2 crowns on my chalk teeth, and started a crazy expensive antibiotic for the longest IBS flare of my life. I assume the tin ear horn is next.)
Timelies all!
Well, this has been the Mondayist of Mondays. Gary's on a business trip, so I took the little guy to daycare, where I was asked where our collage was. Collage? I know nothing about this. The teacher says she told Gary last week, but he said nothing about it. Then I had a dentist visit for a regular checkup/cleaning. Except I needed deep cleaning in some areas. They numbed those areas, but now I have sore spots that make chewing on one side interesting.
To top it all off, since I got to work at 9:30 I had to park in the garage a few blocks from my building. Of course the pouring rain shows up when I leave work for the day, and I end up drenched by the time I get to my car. I don't even want to talk about the traffic...
Sheryl, I stand with you in dental soreness. I'm thinking about mac and cheese for dinner.
Sheryl, your child is like 1 or not even, yes? I woulda thought the bullshit arts-and-crafts homework would wait until they were at least solidly in the fingerpainting years, and I say that as an almost absurdly arts-and-craftsy type person!
Collage? Isn't the kid 1? How can they already be needing arts and crafts and homework and shit, Jesus!
No, no, it's a collage =about= the little guy that gary and/or I were supposed to make.
Oh that's a load of ridiculous bullshit. Collage you make? Why??? If I want to be a scrapbook er I can. And wouldn't give it to the daycare.
Because of course you have nothing else to do with a tiny kid in the house than to make a collage.
Why are they allowed to assign you homework?
