On the other hand, I could just write about stuff on my face.
I just got back from picking Lucy up from school. After unloading Tessa, I chatted with a few of the other moms in her classroom, and the stay-at-home-dad who drives a silver Range Rover (I do not judge, I only report what I see.) I had a nice extended conversation with the head teacher, about some of our shared concerns about which program might be the best fit for Lucy, and how she's been doing in the first few weeks of school. I nodded hello to the two other teachers, and then helped Lucy clean up her lunch and say goodbye to the ladies in the office (as she does everyday.) Then I loaded her and Tessa up in the car and came home and went to the bathroom.
Where I discovered chocolate smeared all over my mouth and chin. From this morning's Breakfast Cookies. Or perhaps the dessert of cookies that followed breakfast. It took less than a week to expose myself as a total ass to the ladies (and Range Roving stay at home dad) of Lucy's class.
Where I discovered chocolate smeared all over my mouth and chin. From this morning's Breakfast Cookies. Or perhaps the dessert of cookies that followed breakfast. It took less than a week to expose myself as a total ass to the ladies (and Range Roving stay at home dad) of Lucy's class.
I am so sorry. At least now you know what to do each time Lucy's at school - spend at least an hour of time with Tessa teaching her to point at you and then touch her own face any time you have anything on your face.
I just ate a chocolate croissant at my desk and kept worrying about the chocolate factor.
Damn I'm sorry.
omigod! that's pure EVIL.
what kind of people let you walk around with a chocolate sanchez on your face, without at least a courtesy wipe of their own face, as in, "um, you have a little something right *here*..." ?????
bitches.
that's almost as bad as the time i stood on a chair during a show at bottom of the hill, with a toilet seat liner hanging out of the backside of my pants. only about 100 people saw, but still... pretty horrible.
Stefezzle,
i think I am love with you.
I know I am in love with chocolate. Chocolate ON Steffezzle?
perfect.
oops...Stephezzle, I meant to say.
I'm with Al, those are some fucked up repressed people who aren't nice enough to say "Dude, you got a little Sanchez going on".
I'd do it for a total stranger.