Had The Senator's preschool friends over today. Since school is out for Christmas break, the siblings of these friends also came to play.
Drug dealers don't hang around schools for the children...they hang around schools for the elementary grade teachers. It has to be a huge market.
"Hey kids," says Mrs. Camp, "it's probably not a good idea to slide down the stairs on the toybox lids because..."and later
CRASH
"...Oh, geez, Sylvia, your mom is up in the kitchen. Better have her take a look at your nose."
"What? No, I'm sorry. You cannot play 'Finding Nemo' in the bathtub with the dog."and
"Take the laundry basket off The Governor and set him free."If I ever do this again, I'm taking all my leftover Vicodin first.
On the plus side, the hippy's wife I wrote about yesterday was highly entertaining. She didn't react at all to How Ronald Regan Changed My Life or Useful Idiots or Slander. (I was doing a little light reading last night and left them out on the coffee table.) She's had a very interesting life - lived in various cities, had various careers, various husbands, various major surgeries, various disasters (among which was having the sewer system back up into her house three different times), various lawsuits...you get the picture. It was hard for any of us to get a word in edgewise. Not that we wanted to...her stories were always better than ours.
I can't wait to have her over again. Without the kids.
Posted by Cathy at December 31, 2003 10:46 PM