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Thursday, October 09, 2008

Yup. I'm pissy. It happens when I get a migraine.

We signed our youngest up for orchestra at school and even sent a check for viola rental (it says so right on the memo line AND on the receipt they gave in return). Orchestra started Monday - no instrument. Second day was yesterday - no instrument. I sent an email to the teacher about it. She said the school district has been giving her the run around. So, I check with the bank - check was cashed AND cleared. Then I called the school district, was put through to the guy over curriculum, and left a firm but obviously unhappy voice mail. He returned the call this morning. I warned him that I had a migraine. He chose to argue with me and talk down to me anyway. Big mistake. See, this Momma Bear already knows about getting little ducks all lined up - I've already gone head to head with the school district AND with the judicial system so don't you fark with me or my kids. I laid out my little lined up ducks for him ... he didn't have any ducks. In fact, he gave me the one duck he did have so I could use it for my benefit. He hung up on me. Tsk tsk tsk.

He called me back an hour later. He magickly found some instruments at another school and would be personally picking them up and delivering them to our school by this afternoon. Our kids will have instruments to play at their next class.
Don't mess with Momma Bear ... especially when she has a migraine ... unless you don't want to keep your penis attached.

The end.

1 Comments:

At 7:39 PM, Blogger Older Guy said...

Great info to have in case (but probably not) I ever have the mental lapse to cross "the momma bear". Good for you.

 

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