One pair of little boy's uniform pants + one handful of crayons in the pocket = $80 worth of replacement uniform crap for both of the older kids. THAT will teach me to forget to check pockets before I do laundry.
Letting your son pick a well-armed Saint Michael the Archangel for his class' Saints project/play combo may lead to some nervousness on the part of all involved. Letting a boisterous boy loose in a church with a sword and a spear may be one of the most foolish things I will ever attempt.
Mandatory, all-hands sexual harassment training this week. I am unclear as to whether we will be admonished that it's bad, or taught how to perform more effectively. Either way, I am going to have to refrain from singing the "Sexual Harassment Panda" song from "South Park."
Attended a hoity-toity parent's cocktail party Friday night, and realized that I was drinkin' classy when I went to the bathroom, and halfway through peeing, realized that there was an honest-to-fucking-GOD Jackson Pollock on the wall. And "Pollack in the Pisser" would be a great punk band name.