So I went out to volunteer for an hour in Anna's classroom which is usually akin to taking a bullet for Heidi because she has worked all morning and either wants some time to work on her stuff or is just tired and would rather I go. No big deal, really. It's just that EVERY TIME I go, they are doing something supremely messy. The first time, it was glitter art with glue. The last time, it was food coloring on coffee filter snowflakes. Today? It was sponge painting with tempra paints. Good God, and I was in my work clothes already.
Overall, it wasn't too bad. But when I was signing the volunteer book in the office, I had a most surreal experience. The secretary was addressing someone in the hall behind me. "Mrs. Ritchie? Mrs. Ritchie?"
I half expected to turn around and find Madge herself standing there.
No such luck though.
Damn.
1 comment:
Dan, I would have been thinking the same thing! Just think, if her Madgesty were in Iowa, it would have to be for you, right?! Why else would she come? :)
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