Saturday, February 9, 2008

The Weekly Wonderings #47

Yummmmmm. Chocolate.
1. “I want to be a policeman when I grow up,” Youngest said. “That’s a good thing to want to be,” I responded. He continued, “Yeah, because then I can do all the bad things I want and I won’t get in trouble.”

2. It’s amazing what people will offer – and accept – when the cost is zero. I’ve joined a freecycle group, looking to score some computers and the like for the kids’ school. This offer today forced me to click rather than just delete: “OFFER: Long-handled Back Brush.” Ewwwww.

3. My total disgust was offset by the description offered by the poster. “I have a wooden long-handled back bath brush. Hasn't been used much. I realize no one would want even a slightly-used back brush, but thought someone could find another use for it. Perhaps dog washing?”

4. Lenten notes: Day 1, I wonder if God would ignore it if I sucked on some ice cubes which had cooled Pete’s Diet Coke.

5. Lenten notes: Also Day 1, I’m filled with regrets that I gave up both Diet Coke and all sweets (except Fruit Pastilles). Caffeine-deprivation set in rather quickly.

6. I helped put on the Father/Daughter dance at school last night. The planner of the event went so far as to “suggest” a uniform for us. Lacking the basic black pants, I said I’d go with dark blue jeans. Instead, she loaned me two pairs of black pants to choose from. One pair was dirty. Guess which one I wore?

7. Overall, a hell of a lot of work went into the set up and dismantling of the multipurpose room at the school. Always sneaky, I pulled out the container for the chairs while most people were still there. Many of the sucker dads proceeded to assist in the clean-up. Hee hee hee.

8. Lenten notes: Day 3, I am amazed that I did not try the many delicious looking sweets – including a chocolate factory, for God’s sake! – at the dance. Instead, I was stuck with pretzels and a voluminous amount of bananas.

9. I was pushing everyone to clean up quickly as I wanted to get home. In the end, the grumpy custodian never showed to lock up. There we were, shivering at 10 p.m., waiting and waiting and waiting. I’m guessing the principal was even less thrilled with the custodian, as she had to come out to lock up the joint.

10. On the other hand, the dance raised $2,500 for the coffers of the PTA. So maybe she wasn’t so annoyed after all.


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