Note to self: be more vain
You know how your mother tells you to always have on clean underwear in case you get run over? Or how about the rule that says the minute you go out looking your absolute worst is when you see your husband’s high school sweetheart or that girl you hated in AP English your senior year? Well, it seems that it’s all true except for me, when you go out looking like death warmed over, you get interviewed by the local news. Yep.
What’s the hubbub? Our lovely state is on the verge of a possible shutdown in government. Since my loud mouth seems to supersede my vanity, I agreed to an interview outside of the school.
I felt like absolute shit today. Again I was so tired that I could barely function so my plans for a shower after I dropped the kids off for school didn’t pan out like I thought. My only plan when I picked up the kids from school was to talk to Iain’s aide to see if she’s heard the turd bomb stuff around campus because I was curious. Outside of that I simply wanted to go home and collapse again. Since Iz is now very fond of the tiny toilets in the coat room joining the kindergarten and preschool classrooms, she insisted that she had to go potty and off we went. From there we went to find Iain’s aide and after chatting with her (she hasn’t heard turd bomb around the school yard and we chuckled about it) we went to leave. Iain wanted to stop at his old teacher’s classroom to say hi and we took a few minutes to chat with her too. By the time we got outside, the place was like a ghost town. It was just timing that made me so lucky.
I looked terrible. My hair was fuzzed out and in need of washing so I threw a hat on. I was so tired I wasn’t in the mood to find a better shirt so I took one from Jeff’s drawer and threw it on. At least what I was wearing was clean! I had no makeup on, my eyes looked as tired as can be and, well, I was wonderfully fluffy. Note to self: be more vain. Maybe I’ll head to the mall tomorrow and take a look at that clearance sale I had my eye on when I bought the funeral stuff. Sigh.
So here’s what happens when the McKenney family isn’t prepared to be interviewed:
http://www.detnews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20061231/NATION/612310326
Oh, there were photographs too:
http://forums.detnews.com/pix/photogalleries/newsgallery/forddc123006/index21.htm
(The caption doesn’t mention that I’d been standing in my four-inch heels for the past nine hours. It also didn’t mention that I was about ninteen seconds away from my worst sneezing fit ever, although I think that’s evident from the photograph).