Well, well, well. I knew there had to be an upside to limited readership. Last week I was positively bombarded with requests (two!) to fill in for busy, back-to-school-night bunko moms. I actually accepted a position, only to be forced, at the eleventh hour, to resign by reason of head cold. Thereby relegating myself to an even lower neighborhood mom caste: from alternate to flaky alternate.
They must be simply desperate, because then I received an email addressed to "Bunko Alternates." Seems there's a spot opening up on the coveted roster and, shockingly, I'm in the running. If I were from another planet and could shoot my own dinner, I might say I know exactly how Sarah Palin feels right now.
Who, me?
2 years ago
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