It's All About the Hookie

Having some bloggers block today. Wanted to tell you about the other parents at my sons school. How vane and yuppy they are. Driving Caddy SUV’s with vanity plates that imply the vehicle is for their kids. How clueless they are to think that the vehicles they bought to stroke their own egos were really for their kids transport. How their kids would probably rather have an Escort and a Happy Meal.

Then I wanted to tell you about those stupid family stickers they all have on the back of their SUV’s. The ones with the little mom, dad, and kids stick figures. Those stickers were cool the first few times I saw them, but now they make me nauseous. What I want to see is one of those stickers with two women holding hands, or maybe a guy and two girls, or maybe two guys. Yes, two guys. This town definitely needs some ‘two guys holding hands’ stickers. I wonder where I can get one of those.

I was going to tell you that I noticed all this because I picked my son up from school so we could have out first hookie ski day. How I didn’t start hookie ski days till junior high, but I want my son to be better – so I am starting him in kindergarten. How we had a superior time skiing and eating french fries.

So that’s what I was going to share today, but I just couldn’t find the words. Maybe tomorrow.