Please do not take anything in this post seriously, if you are one of those people, do not, I repeat DO NOT turn the page and continue reading.
AND WE'RE OFF!!!!!
Not quite 'to the races' or 'like a herd of turtles' but yes, after a brief stop in the time out chair, we are once again moving.
It seems wherever you fit, if you have kids, or are yourself a student, school is once again in session. Me, I fit both categories. My oldest will be going back to school next week, but I got to start today. Yup, got my barbie-doll back-pack, my tonka truck lunch box, and my brand new box of crayons!!!! o.k so that's not true, they won't let me bring crayons to school, some new "no-tolerance" rule, or is it the "no adult left behind" rule? I don't remember, but anyway, they say no more colorful boxes of joy once you reach your second semester. I know-totally rude, but what can you do? After all, I'm only paying an arm for books, a leg for tuition, but I understand,sacrifices must be made, no more crayola!!
I was kinda bummed tho, and got to school about half hour late. I don't quite understand what happened-I waited and waited at the end of my driveway, but the bus never showed up to get me, I cried inside. My husband came home about then, and calmly explained to me, that when you become a growd up-you have to take yourself to school. So-no more 'wheels on the bus' or smelly bus drivers, no more fighting over the back seat, but I guess I don't have to worry about missin the bus either-or maybe I already did.
So anyway-too much stress can cause an overload of hilarity. Your funny bone becomes a source of something past funny, almost borderline fuzzy wuzzy.
So-back to the original point-uh....
What am I doing here? How did I get back here? Exactly what am I doing? Where are my pills? Elvis is back AAAHHHHHH
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