On the way to the Harris Teeter, my son asks why we never go to Trader Joe's. And I say "no reason." But there's a reason all right. Same reason I don't do anything new. I'm a one-trick pony with a preschooler who's in school just three mornings a week.
I love school directories. They really have come a long way. They finally have home numbers and cell phone numbers. And e-mail addresses. We can now organize a bake sale in six minutes.
Ever been involved in a school boundary change? I'm in one. And the three options leave me at three different schools. Kind of nerve-racking. But I figure as long as I stay involved in my child's education, it'll all be okay.
I have a theory baseball was created by moms. Like one day some gals were sitting around and needed a game their kids could play in the backyard. They kept the game simple and the equipment minimal.
I call 411 to get the phone number for a theater, and the gal asks if she can look up a movie time for me. I think she's joking. But then she gives it to me.
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