I had the worst insomnia last night, which made my afternoon in my son's class extra exhausting. It was culture day so I had to bring in shortbread for 22 kids, and we made a clothespin doll with a little kilt on. We had alot of fun in class, I have to admit. I almost didn't go cuz I was sick with exhaustion. Every kid brought some food from their culture to share with the class and the room moms. I had 3 different kinds of enchiladas, some awesome indian food goop, lasagna, egg rolls, canneloni, churros, rice pudding, cakes, tarts, etc etc etc etc.... I'm still full. But it was soooo good. As usual I ended up hanging out with the dads. They were into pigging out like I was, the other moms just stood around and pretended they didn't want any dessert. Oh well more for me! Then the parents all asked if Gage was my little brother. LOL I love that shit. When I told them he was my son, one dad gasped as if I was a teenage mother so I assured him of my age and then everyone did the "wow you don't look over 20!" thing and I was thrilled.
oh fuck late for work gotta go bye
oh fuck late for work gotta go bye
aren't you supposed to be chatting up girlies not dads in distress
dont you hate how women feel like they have to act a certain way in front of other people, likewhen your on a date, order a salad instead of what u really want, eh, fuck that, im eatin a hamburger and lots of dessert!