Sunday, April 26, 2009

I Just Know That Someday...

...I'll think to myself "Gee, I wish I sent my kids to regular school."

Today is not that day.

I guess they have a zero-tolerance poop policy. Note that the teacher called the parent to ask why the teacher's room was stinky. As if the parent would know, in a class of 15, 20 or 30 kids all the possible sources of odor.


  1. When I stop by blogs for the first time this isn't the sort of post I usually find...

    And reading the next most recent post I see some sort of death scare. Oh my!

  2. Huh. Pretty typical mix of philosophy, politics, humor, movie reviews for this blog.

    But I'm all about the reader-service, so feel free to suggest a topic.

  3. Unreal. And this: "Jason isn't sure he wants his son to stay in her class." He isn't sure? Is that a joke?

    How about "Jason has demanded that his son be given a different teacher before he will send him back to school," or "Jason has removed his son from the school and is now homeschooling," or "Jason has now enrolled his son in a nearby private school?"

  4. Son turns 7 next month. Today we sent out the notice to our state of the creation of our homeschool.

    Thank you for these peculiar little affirmations. Truly. You perform a great service and it's like little breadcrumbs along my path.

  5. "But I'm all about the reader-service, so feel free to suggest a topic."

    MORE POINTY BREASTS!!!!!!!!!!!

  6. Then my son, you will know you are alive.

  7. MORE POINTY BREASTS!!!!!!!!!!!

    Not too pointy I hope, someone might loose an eye.

    Actually, I have glasses, bring 'em on!

  8. I swear I misread that as "Monty Python breasts!"

    And now for something completely different...


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