And now, a reprise of a favorite category: Stalker Mom
We've all had them-- those parents who just seem a little... off. Well, lucky me has one of them already this year, and everywhere I go, there she is, creepier than Billy Ray Cyrus' soul patch.
I go to the school office, and there she is. Sometimes she'll be overwhelmingly talkative in a completely random way.
I go to my car, and there she is in the parking lot. Yesterday, with 8 million spaces to choose from, I just step out to walk from my car, and she pulls into the space I"M WALKING IN. I had to nimbly jump out of the way while she looked at me blankly, obviously a coupla fries short of a Happy Meal.
I guess I should be grateful: the last of this species I had lived just down the street from my house, and her favorite habit was to block my car into the driveway as she tried to hold a parent-teacher conference about some 10 point assignment from four months ago as I was trying to leave the house. Once she even did this while my little white-haired Momma shivered in the February gloom.
At least this person doesn't live near me. But it's not good that she's very involved in our district, because good gawd, sometimes she's all over me like a cat on catnip, and then other times, she's a zombie.
It may make for an interesting year, as in the Chinese curse, "May you live in interesting times."