So my hubby is talking to me yesterday and were going over how the kid’s Valentines Day party at her school went. Apparently he met some kid’s mom who read his blog. And of course here’s me asking how in the world this random mom who we’ve probably never met before knew about it. Ha ha, funny me. Remember a few posts back where I was talking about calling cards, getting them and the kid wanting 21 of them to give out to ALL of her classmates? Yeah well I only gave her 8 and apparently that was too many. She didn’t write her own name on them and so these poor clueless kids (boys specifically, remember she prefers hanging with the boys, God help us) took them home. Their parents then get them and wonder what crazy woman is giving out her cards to 7 yr olds. Yeah that would be me. Remind me to never give the kid cards any more k? They need to teach common sense in college more nowadays because obviously when I gave birth I also gave up rights to my brain cells.
Back to the poor hubby and this woman, yeah so he comes home after that party (more than likely cursing my name but that’s the norm) and wonders, in all of his prison anecdotes, how many times he’s dropped the f-bomb. A few times I’m sure since he’s working at a max security prison and it comes up right? What I find funny is that he cared. He was worried what this other mother would think of it. Dude, isn’t that my job? Worrying about the Jones’, that should be the wife paranoia right? I must have checked my conscious at the door with my brain cells because that is the last thing I’m thinking about. I’m feeling guilty that these moms probably think there’s some old woman stalking their kids. Now there’s something to be paranoid about. The f-bomb? Not so much.
Let’s talk about the hood though, it’s probably a wee bit higher class of hood than we should be in so I think in general we are bringing it down. This incident is total proof if I’ve ever seen it. I mean dang, how many people dealing with max security convicts every day do ya think we got in our hood? One. That’s blue collar if I’ve ever seen it and we don’t live in a blue collar hood. I’m just waiting for the collar color police to come a knocking. One more incidence like this and it’s a gimme. Anyway, it’s not like I put his blog addy on my cards, I put my addy up and there’s two pictures of the kid on the sidebar. Yes, I don’t give out names other than mine but if you haven’t noticed it yet we’re paranoid people. We work on the “You’re only paranoid if they’re not out to getcha” principle. I love being the paranoid one, if Armageddon hits every person that knows us is going to show up on our front door and we’re going to make our own little Thunderdome. It’s gonna rock.
Still, don’t you think the f-bomb is like the last thing he should be stressing over? I mean have you read some of the shit I’ve written? Hell I've even put up video of a burlesque show. Of all the things to be self conscious about he's uptight about the f-bomb, what the fuck?