Wednesday, April 09, 2014

Shoot Me. Shoot Me, Now

I just returned from an almost-two-hour-long meeting of the planning committee for the senior party. Roughly an hour and a half of that meeting was spent listening to the other moms plan the senior sports banquet, next week's spaghetti fundraiser for the band, an FFA event, and, what sounded like someone's daughter's exorcism.

I may be slightly confused about the exorcism. But, otherwise, three-quarters of a very long meeting were spent focusing (in a very haphazard and scattered manner) on events unrelated to the meeting. To say that I found that frustrating is an understatement, I mean, obviously.

On the bright side, I only have three more of those horror shows to sit through before the party, after which, I won't have to deal with this type of situation for at least three years.

I mean; that's how that works, right? I don't have to deal with that again until the Man-Cub is a senior? Yes? Please, for the love of God, say yes.

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