bad-ass

First you should know that I am totally PMSing.

Second you should now that my right leg has once again floated right out of my right hip socket and I am in a fair amount pain. Pain makes me mean.

Third is that photographers group I was so psyched about was supposed to be tonight except when I pulled up the place was dark and there were three bewildered looking guys sitting outside wondering if someone was going to come and open up the place. No one came and my editor (the photo hobbyist) and I did end up chatting with the three other dupes and they were nice enough. I now fear the group might be a bit amateurish for me, one guy, the professional, said that he thought the critiques were a bit too on the positive side and not constructive enough. Here I am to save the day! Have I ever mentioned how completely critical I am? I can be brutal. Now I have to wait a another month?!?!? Damn!

And lastly, Evan's teachers sent home a little question form and they want us to answer all sorts of questions about Evan's personality and possible quirkiness. I feel quite certain that Evan's teachers are not going to read all 172 forms they get back. I think they are just going to file them away in case the kids get into trouble. I think we should write "Evan is bad-ass. Don't mess with him." and send the questionnaire back. The husband doesn't think that that would be quite as funny as I do, but I'm thinking that when Evan (and this just might be inevitable since Evan already got reprimanded in the hallway by a teacher for punching his friend's book, which according to Evan is merely some kind of manly bonding game they play only because they are such cool dudes) does get into big trouble, and the teachers whip out the form to see what Evan's parents think of him, that this would be the perfect thing to have on there. Agree with me please! Come on people!