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That goddamn whorebag who was such a bitch to me and the other parents last week (at the Cancelled Creative Movement class) called at home to say the entire 6-week session was cancelled.

Well, thanks, bitch.

I could schedule another one, but every other fucking class is during the day. This is one of the things I LOATHE about being a working mom. Many of the cool things available for kids happen during the day. Storytime at the library, toddler tumbling at the rec center, art classes, and these rec/ed classes. All during the weekdays. I'd like to enjoy some of those things with him. Grrrr.

I think I'd feel a lot better if I could just go punch this woman right in the honker.

I'm shallow

I think Kirk is really cute when his hair is parted on the side, but it has this tendency to just grow forward towards his eyebrows. He looks so danged dorky and 95% less cute when it does that.

He's going to develop a tic from trying to dodge my hand. I am always (futilely) trying to brush it to the side with my hand. Sometimes I add saliva. Heh.

To my friend whose livejournal I failed to comment in as I planned: I am sorry you didn't get the outcome you wanted on that job. That sucks and they are rathumpers to not see what a catch you would be.

I finished "I Don't Know How She Does It" and would like to pass it on but I'd kind of like to give it to a working mom. If you're interested, let me know.

I am so fricking tired of the words "Iraq," "War," "Crisis," "Mass Destruction," "Affirmative Action," "budget cuts," and "clarihew."