Posted by Joke at 8:07 AM
BabelBabe posted at 12:59 PM, January 24, 2008
THEY know better too, they are just screwing with her. bitches. not that you're not wonderful and all...
Badger posted at 1:15 PM, January 24, 2008
Dude. I don't know how to tell you this, but I think you might have the Aspergers.
Poppy Buxom posted at 1:16 PM, January 24, 2008
If it would make TFBYM feel any better, tell her that I--who have spent hours and hours in your company IRL--know better too.
Ladies of the jury, I offer two scenarios. In the first, there is a a husband who is deeply interested in cooking, very opinonated about interior decoration, and wants to be involved in pretty much every aspect of your house, including the clothes the children wear.
In the second, there is a husband who trusts his wife to make things nice, offers no opinions, and gives her carte blanche to do and or buy anything she'd like.
Joke is the former. My husband is the latter. Which would you prefer?
Frogdancer posted at 3:20 PM, January 24, 2008
Joke, much as I adore you.. (quick! Tell your wife I'm in Australia and have never clapped eyes on you, much less anything else!!!)...
Poppy does have a point.....
Joke posted at 4:19 PM, January 24, 2008
If I spent a day expressing no opinions, I'd probably rupture something.
Kim posted at 9:20 PM, January 24, 2008
You actually talk to other parents?
HEATHER posted at 11:19 PM, January 24, 2008
What Kim said!
You must learn not to talk to these wenches!
Stomper Girl posted at 1:26 AM, January 25, 2008
Quick! Tell her about the time some of your co-workers were struck dumb by TFBYM's legs/quick wit/ figure in the red dress/etc. And then tell her how lucky you are to have found each other and mixed your fabulous gene pools.
I always chat in the school yard, my own bad self.
shula posted at 6:54 AM, January 25, 2008
A difficult row to hoe, I admit, but one that brings with it a certaina....erm....Kudos (raises eyebrows meaningfully).
And let's not even mention the conversations you have on the internet.
Please, remind me, what TFBYM stand for?
I like her more everytime I hear about her. Exactly which deity was she referring to?
MsCellania posted at 7:29 PM, January 25, 2008
OF COURSE you talk about food and shopping at pickup! We all talk like magpies at drop off and pick up - and 3 of the dads offer alot to the mix - one of the dads brought a sample of some Indian dipping sauce he had just whipped up today (recipe from Cooking Light - and it was fabulous) and we all tried it. IT WAS STILL WARM!
We share coupons for nearby stores and on-line shopping tips as well as recipes. I would say 1/4 of the parents doing the pick up are men, and alot of them are as, or more, opinionated than most of the women.
If a different parent shows up and is kind of new to the group, he or she is mercilessly sucked into the vortex, questioned and prodded for all kinds of opinions. My husband actually breaks out in a cold sweat when he has to go to pick up the boys instead of me.
I thought this frenzy of visiting at pick up was normal. People hang around forever afterwards, too, visiting.
PS. Your terra cotta tile is nice. I thought it was saltillo tile, which I HATE as it is so fragile.
I think you should do this slab granite called Blue Eyes - it has chunks of lapis in it. Or a manufactured product. Oh, my appliance guy won't ship - he only does local delivery. Sorry.
Joke posted at 9:01 PM, January 25, 2008
Will he deliver it to UPS?
h&b posted at 1:35 AM, January 29, 2008
I'm the jealous type.
Nobody disses my husband, nor overly praises him but me.
Otherwise there's fisticuffs.
bluemountainsmary posted at 2:57 AM, January 29, 2008
Imagine how fit you would appear to the school gate mums if you did all the running you should be doing when you know (or even sense) you are in deep deep trouble.