On the other hand, I fu$%in' curse so much.
On the one hand, I wish Youngest would quit talking so much.
On the other hand, just try to shut me up.
On the one hand, the kids shouldn't drink so much Diet Coke and, instead, should turn to water when thirsty.
On the other hand, those IRL are shocked when I'm not walking along with my Super Big Gulp each and every single day.
On the one hand, parents shouldn't transfer their kids from a middle school just because it's in Program Improvement and its overall scores are lower than the middle school on the other side of town.
On the other hand, I never looked back when Eldest won a spot in the by-lottery school for kindergarten and we were able to avoid the low-performing elementary school he was slated to attend.
On the one hand, I tell Daughter to ignore the assholes dissin' the school she'll likely be attending by saying its filled with gangs and mean kids.
On the other hand, I rip the other middle school for its purported mean girls, snooty kids and drug abuse.
I admit it. I am a hypocritomas. (Trademark pending.)
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