For several weeks now, there has been a contest encouraging parent attendance at the Academy's State of the School event. Whichever class averaged the highest, received the honor of "spaghetti-ing" their particular principal, as well as, G. The initial event was canceled due to tornadic weather and the administrators breathed a sigh of relief until they found out the dreaded pasta party was able to be re-scheduled.
Saturday dawned, the deal went down and it stunk...all the way home and despite a shower - twice. Cleaning Ragu out of my husband's ears was not in our vows (no, "for worse" does NOT cover voluntary acts of stupidity). Gross does not even begin to convey what I was thinking as I was dry heaving. I'll never look at his ears the same way again.
Today I washed the sheets - call me what you like, but I prefer the scent of lavender over parmesan.
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awweeeesooommmeee!
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