1. It's Open House Wednesday at the kids' elementary school. That also happens to be the night Springsteen opens his tour in San Jose. Guess where I'll be?
2. Interestingly, most of the people who know I'm not going to Open House express shock. How can I miss Open House, they wonder?
3. One friend gave me the ammunition to explain -- if I don't feel like telling someone to just go to hell -- when she said Open Houses are for the parents who are never at the school.
4. Not only am I always at the school, I am now an official employee of the school district. Yup, for doing yard duty. I figure I'll just about offset the fees I paid for fingerprinting by the time the school year ends.
5. My only reasoning in becoming a paid employee is to stop being bumped from the shifts I want to do. Total "paid" hours per week? 1.75 hours. Total "unpaid" hours per week? That probably averages about 6 or 7.
6. A segue of sorts: Eldest, trying Flamin' Hot Cheetos, offers me one, saying, "You like hot things." Youngest pipes in, "Yeah, you love hot things, like Bruce Springsteen."
7. For the concert Wednesday, I'm hoping for a close spot again, although I would never dare to hope for the front row center I scored two concerts ago.
8. Which doesn't mean I'm not bringing a doctor's note and wearing a neck brace.
9. Unrelated: one benefit of the financial industry meltdown is the disappearance of dozens of credit card offers each week.
10. Which might be completely related to the Post Office's financial difficulties, eh?
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