What we say; what we mean
Episode 1: The School Bake Sale
James's day care center is a parent-run cooperative, which means that each family contributes a certain number of volunteer hours (either by helping in the classroom, serving on the board, picking up class supplies, or -- key to this discussion -- cooking for the bake sale) per year. It's a model I really like in general, and is one of the main reasons we chose the school.
Over the past several months, however, I've been a little bit of a slacker in the hours department. So when it came time for the bake sale this week, I said, "I'd love to bring stuff! Please sign me up for three or four items." What I meant, of course, was, "I am planning to make up for my recent history of lackluster parental contributions with a strong showing in the pumpkin cake department."
The good news is that people did buy my stuff. What a relief.
Episode 2: Utility Work Ahead
On Monday morning James and I woke up to a number of strange noises coming from the yard. It turns out that, when Verizon door-drops you a leaflet saying, "We're installing FiOs in your neighborhood! Please pardon our progress while we bring you the best!" what they mean is "Don't mind us while we park a bulldozer on your lawn, dig up your side yard, and spend the day making sustained booming noises."
Luckily the Lord High Enjoyer of Sustained Booming Noises lives at my house. He ran outside to see what was going on (incidentally, his joyful haste is why he scraped his hand). When he realized there was a bulldozer AND a pumper truck parked on our lawn, and that the pumper truck had settled in for a long session of sustained booming noises, he turned to me with a look that said, "Oh, Mama, we have died and gone to heaven."
PS - James's little brother seems to be doing well, according to the latest checkup. He should be showing up on or before November 24th.
James's day care center is a parent-run cooperative, which means that each family contributes a certain number of volunteer hours (either by helping in the classroom, serving on the board, picking up class supplies, or -- key to this discussion -- cooking for the bake sale) per year. It's a model I really like in general, and is one of the main reasons we chose the school.
Over the past several months, however, I've been a little bit of a slacker in the hours department. So when it came time for the bake sale this week, I said, "I'd love to bring stuff! Please sign me up for three or four items." What I meant, of course, was, "I am planning to make up for my recent history of lackluster parental contributions with a strong showing in the pumpkin cake department."
The good news is that people did buy my stuff. What a relief.
Episode 2: Utility Work Ahead
On Monday morning James and I woke up to a number of strange noises coming from the yard. It turns out that, when Verizon door-drops you a leaflet saying, "We're installing FiOs in your neighborhood! Please pardon our progress while we bring you the best!" what they mean is "Don't mind us while we park a bulldozer on your lawn, dig up your side yard, and spend the day making sustained booming noises."
Luckily the Lord High Enjoyer of Sustained Booming Noises lives at my house. He ran outside to see what was going on (incidentally, his joyful haste is why he scraped his hand). When he realized there was a bulldozer AND a pumper truck parked on our lawn, and that the pumper truck had settled in for a long session of sustained booming noises, he turned to me with a look that said, "Oh, Mama, we have died and gone to heaven."
PS - James's little brother seems to be doing well, according to the latest checkup. He should be showing up on or before November 24th.
posted by Ridley at
11:00 AM
1 Comments:
The Lord High Enjoyer of Sustained Booming Noises would probably like to meet the Public Exploder sometime! :)
How adorable!
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