Next Monday, there's an open house at the boy's school.
Actually it's an Ice Cream Social, since there's gonna be ice-cream and unsuspecting parents will be forced to socialize with one another.
I'm a little nervous. This is new territory.
It'll be the first time I meet the parents of friends my children chose, instead of the other way around, you know, making my kids be friends with my friend's kids.
So this is kind of a big deal. Well, for me at least.
What will I wear? What will I say? Will I still have this enormous zit on my face?
If I make a fool out of myself, I'm screwed. That's the beauty of public school. All these people live in my neighborhood.
So if I do or say something lame, like maybe going off on a tangent discussing the nutritional values of ham vs. spam, people will remember.
Every time they see me walking down the street they'll say 'Oh there goes that spammy weirdo. Hurry. Get all the kids in the house before she sees us'.
So help me out here. Make me feel better. Come over and help me pick out an outfit. Say a prayer that I'll remember to shower that day and hopefully only get a little ice cream on my shirt [not a prayer that I won't get anything on my shirt....because for that to be possible, it'd require some sort of divine intervention.] Do your part to save my children from utter embarrassment [well, at least for a little while].
And in return, i just might let you know how it all turns out. If its not too painful, that is.