As predicted...

Too much reality intrudes and I gots no time for bloggitude. Meeting went well, though long, and no one left crying. I always hate it when that happens. Especially if it's contractors.

Today was the big county-wide spelling bee for Oldest, and due to my stupid job obligations I had to miss it, but Reba said she made it all the way to the sixth round before getting tripped up on "placards." P-L-A-C-K-A-R-D-S. She was upset, because she had started the process of counting her chickens before they were scrambled, and was all ready to go to Washington (with that brief sidetrip for the Alabama finals), only to be undone by a word she SWEARS can be spelt as she spelt it. "I KNOW!! I've SEEN it like that before! A BUNCH!" Well, if you saw it like that, whoever did it misspelled it. (Not that logic would work.) I figure she was thinking of "plackets," or "packets," or "gun," or something.

After they got home, Mom said that she began making excuses--didn't hear because the guy was too quiet (he wasn't), she got too hot, she felt bad, etc. Nothing, however, about the perfectly understandable inability to spell an unfamiliar word. ::sigh:: The bliss of infinite denial. Oh well, there's always next year!

And now, it is off to the tooth doctor so she can look in my mouth--were it a cartoon, she would take one look and little dollar signs would magically appear and swirl around her head. If it's too expensive, I intend to inform her that I saw Tom Hanks in Castaway, and I have access to a skate and a rock.

See you all tomorrow.

(Again, were it a cartoon, I would have a big swollen jaw and a towel wrapped around my head with a big bow on top.)

(On second thought, with the current Threat Level Assessment set at ORANGE, it would probably be better not to aggravate anyone by prancing about like Sammy the Binster.)
posted by Terry at 12:29:00 PM