Sorry, I can't play today.
I can't hang out at Writer's Workshop.
I can't share any witty conversations from the Boneheads.
I can't tell you about Garrett's idiot teacher who told him he didn't know what he was talking about when he said that some people in the highest tax bracket could pay up to 50% of their income in taxes. She rolled her eyes.........and said it isn't so.
He printed out the tax tables to show her.
I don't have time to tell you that I'm laundry load 18 of 25. Hey - at least it's winding down.
I can't blog and tell you that Parker is home from school sick AGAIN.
I can't blog because I spent 7, SEVEN, S.E.V.E.N hours on the phone yesterday with various and sundry airlines and American Express trying to fnd tickets to Cambodia - cheap tickets, not just ANY tickets...
and I am back t it again today.
I can't blog because it's the lacrosse team potluck tonight. We have 95 guys on the roster.
At 5:30, those 95 sweaty, smelly boys will pour into the school and want food - that hopefully their parents are bringing.
But I'm in charge of the drinks and the paper goods.
Gotta ice down those water bottles (and the coke ;) ).
Anyway -your day will be better than mine.