Thumb wars

Writing the occasional post from my blackberry was cool. Having to write every post with my thumbs is getting me down.

The entire experience is different. Its harder to think and much harder to edit. It just really isn't the same experience...

I'm sure I must have mentioned the meeting at AJ's "new" school? The pre-kindergarten meeting where we (his future teacher, principal, counselor, case worker, district psychologist and me) were going to figure out the best way to handle AJ's "kindergarten experience"? Come up with a plan to make sure he can succeed...?

Yeah, THAT meeting.

Guess what? Turns out you aren't allowed in an elementary school during a "swine flu outbreak" when you are coughing up a lung and clutching a handful of used kleenex! And apparently canceling or postponing said meeting with its 6-8 attendees is impossible.

So...

I had to send hubby.

Yeah. That was my thought too. (And his)

I gave him a huge pep talk, a pen and a pad of paper with strict instructions to not sign anything and call if he needed to (why couldn't we just have the meeting on twitter? #ajspeeps?)

And off he went - (my brave boy)

That was one loooong hour!

And when he got home? Was he full of all the ideas tossed around? School lingo? Plans and outlines for teaching the next great dinosaur astronaut...?

Nope.

But I hear everyone is crazy impressed with how smart the boy is (that's when hubby stopped listening and signed all the papers).

(I'm having another meeting next week, I hope)

Oh yeah - for all of you who were worried - it turns out I didn't have the zombie virus OR even the swine flu. Nope, not a single brain was eaten (although, I did think mine were coming out of my ears at one point).

It is a bit of a personal letdown for me.
Now I have no use for all my zombie apocalypse parafenalia, paraphenelia er... crap! (Why doesn't blackberry know how to spell that?)

Evidently, you can't catch the zombie virus over the internets. In fact, it turns out that the only zombie thing you CAN get online is that chicken zombie award. BUT, since no one gave me one (sniff) I don't even have that... Sigh...

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PS - my hubby totally laughed at me while I was typing this (with my poor thumbs).

Through the pain and cramping, I snarled - "I'm writing about you being such a dumbass!"

and he laughed - "it's your thumbs"

I hate when he's right.