When I dropped my daughter off at school yesterday, she was crying because she couldn't sit in the front seat of the car (I'll spare you the details of that saga.) As the kids were lining up to file inside the classroom, one of her little classmates turned to her and said, "Crybaby." I wondered what would happen if I ever-so-gently nudged that kid in the eyeball with my car key, and then I took a deep breath and reminded myself that there's plenty of jerks in the world and it's good for both my daughter and I to learn to deal with them without scratching corneas. Then I went off to blogland to find out how other folks deal with it.
The Cheeky Lotus
took a bullet to save her kid's feelings and made me well up in the process. Big hugs, sister!
Meanwhile, the Sarcastic Journalist discovered that
some people have no sense of humor. But she can sell sex toys at my house any day.
Suburban Turmoil had to
take a polygraph just to facilitate a sleepover. FYI, we offer all our houseguests guns and crack while they watch our sex tapes.
Not So Pregnant has made up a
handy checklist for potential single mom suitors. Sounds like some of them are jerks.
Now, If all that has made you lose your faith in humanity forever, get
into your feelings with Beaker at the Poop. It's safe to love again.
