I had a wonderful Mother's Day Extravaganza- ranging from Friday's Preschool Mother's Tea, to having a gigantic Chinese Food Dinner with the whole family on Sunday, to yesterday- Grace's Kindergarten Breakfast. Oh, yes- the breakfast. Sixteen small slightly snotty children preparing french toast (insert bread/dubiously clean hand in raw egg batter, throw at hot griddle, repeat) and fresh squeezed orange juice (cut chunk of orange with now grubby hand & dullish knife, wipe nose, pick orange up, mash over jug.)
So now I don't feel so good. In the way that as long as I stay very, very still I may be able to stop from throwing up. I had no idea that being a Mother would involve voluntary food poisoning. What else haven't I been told about this gig? (stomach churning... will stop typing now & start the pleaseGodnopukingandillbeamuchbetterperson prayers)
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
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I'm pretty sure the whole thing was orchestrated by Overly Competitive Preschool Mom.
This was her thinking: "Think she can out shortbread me? Bitch."
I have a theory; you cannot get food poisoning if the food is served for a charitable/religious purpose - some sort of spiritual sanitizer - or if children under the age of 16 are involved (parental sanitizer).
So I agree with Harmony - that Overly Competitive Preschool Mom obviously spiked the French toast.
Should we help you figure out how to get back at her?
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