Thursday, September 13, 2012

Barbie Jokes

It has to be a joke, right? I mean, all of the people involved know me. That's "me" as in the never-was-a-girl "me." The "me" with the big mouth. The opinionated "me."


As in the "me" who as the room parent for Youngest's class -- the very last time I'll ever do that duty unless my teen gets knocked up at an extremely young age or my other teen knocks a girlfriend up at an extremely young age (as in the next three weeks) and I end up raising a grandchild as my own child -- has to lead the charge of getting donations for the classroom auction basket for the school's big fall family event.

The theme of said basket for said Youngest's said fifth grade class?

"I'm a Barbie Girl."

Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. "Me."


As in Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. "Me."

I'm not going to go all ape shit on anyone right now. But there is no way in hell this will be a theme for our classroom basket. Would it make sense for a kindergarten classroom? I will put aside all of my social outrage for just a moment and say that at least it's slightly less fucking inappropriate for kindergartners. But only slightly.

This is the only item that will make its way into a basket of this ilk. Bet "me."

1 comment:

Patois42 said...

After sending a pithy email detailing what kind of crap I'd put in a basket, I immediately was given a new theme. Strange how that works, eh?


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