The One Where I Complain About Stuff

So there's a shindig at ASCAP tomorrow for Mr. Smiff's new cd. Ok..Mr. Smiff and that band of hooligans he rides around the country with. Of course, it occurs just at the hour #2 gets off the bus and a little after I get off work. I thought I was going to get to go and be a showbiz wife, but, noooooooooooooooooooooooo....tomorrow night is Open House at Third Grade. If I go, I'd have to stay a few minutes at the party, fight traffic on 65 North, get home just in time to grab some sort of unhealthy supper for the Smiff Kids and skedaddle on off to the school by 6:30. Then I'll be really worn out afterwards.

I swear...I think whoever plans these things purposely says "Let's do it so we can make sure Sista Smiff can't come!"

Sometimes I wish I were one of those Stay At Homes, like I used to be. Working and school stuff interferes so with my fun.