People I know in real life sometimes read this blog. That's got to censor me in some way, right? [Clearly, the fact that my mom reads it doesn't censor me much, as I still freely use the word "pissed," which I know drives her batty.] [Sorry, Mom!]
I don't mean hindering me in the free use of words, though, I mean in the telling itself.
Can I talk about rigging one of the bingo games in kindergarten so Youngest won? I mean, come on, the worst kid in the history of worst kids was about to win. I'm the one who made two sets of 25 Christmas-themed bingo cards. I'm the one who paid for the M&M markers. I'm the one who bought the pack of glitter pencils for everyone. I'm the one who bought the two grand prizes. I'm the one who gave away 20 Kung Fu Panda CD activity sets. I'm the one whose husband did the bingo calling.
No, I can't talk about that because what if someone who knows me outs me?
Can I talk about the rude mother of a rude third grade girl who decided to have a huge birthday bash and invite 8 of her 10 fellow Brownie troop members, plus many other classmates? Ostensibly, the two outcast Brownies are the girl's friends. They have play dates. She has been to their birthday parties. But for two years in a row, she has kept those two out of her birthday bashes. Does it make the actions worse to know that the departure for the parties was right after a Brownie meeting or at the end of the school day, in plain view of the uninvited losers?
No, I can't mention that without also mentioning that one of the mothers completely lost her shit all over the birthday girl's mother about it. Or without mentioning that it doesn't surprise me one bit because the birthday girl's mother exudes exclusionary airs and has since my first encounters with her in her PTA role.
Yeah, can't really talk about that, eh?