So I can’t smack Boy A’s teacher up the side of the head because not only is it unproductive, it is just plain rude and can land me in jail. I can’t go to jail I don’t like bologna.
Apropos of nothing, one of the women I work with is always in a great mood. She has this big beautiful, genuine smile always on her face. This morning it drove me crazy. As soon as I saw her I turned around and went another way. Seeing that smile made me want to smack her senseless.
Boy I sound like a lot of fun don’t I.
I think I just may be in a bit of a crabby mood.
I should have worn jeans to work today.
It’s hubby’s fault.
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