Again? NO not again!

Innocently I sat, relaxed on a couch enjoying a warm cup of coffee with some Bailey's doused in. Chatting with my wonderful friends about the good and the bad in our lives, we so dearly enjoy our weekly time together. Every Tuesday, almost without fail, a few of us meet out at a tiny local restaurant. It is generally peaceful and quiet. A place sort of like the coffee house on "Friends".

The weather is super crummy. It has been windy and cold all day, and as the evening wore on the snowish sleet built up to that mushy sort of crust. It has snowed, it has hailed and it has sleeted. Teena described it as "the snow is throwing ice at me".

Sometimes at this little cafe we knit. Sometimes we don't, though that is always the intention and we call our selves a knitting group. A knitting group sounds so much nicer than the mom's of the crazy kids group. Anyway. We all have adopted children with "issues" and we hang out and chat. Often about our kids, many times about the many other things going on in the world. It is very normal feeling.

But tonite, tonite there was an ugly interruption. Bad. So very bad.

My phone rang. I briefly had the technological know how and ambition to set my ring tones so that I know who is calling. The Husband for example, his ring tone is frogs ribbeting. My all purpose ring tone is a sort of Bon Jovi- esque rif. I refuse to pay money for  the cool ringtones. Actually, I cannot figure out how to get into our cell phone account to buy a cool damn ring tone. Whatever. Fact is, I was already sitting with the few people that call me. That left my sister, my mom or a few other random friends.

It was not any of them.

It was that fucking school. I picked up my phone and looked at the caller ID and it said my daughters school. There is no good reason the school is calling me at 9:30 at night. Nothing good could possibly come out of this. I looked at my friends in shock. How could this be? What could they be calling about?

It hit me.

Sweet Mother of Xanax. It could only be a snow day.

NOT ANOTHER UNHOLY SNOW DAY!

NOOOOOOOOO!

yes.

I have to say though, this is fucking ridiculous. Absolute bull shit. A damned pant load of garbage. How are the children of this country ever going to be educated? HMMMM? How is it that we rank at the bottom year after year when it comes to the education of our children compared to all the other developed nations, and here we are taking a leisurly day off. Just because the snow is throwing ice. Bull. Shit!

I KNOW for a fact that it gets snowy in Canada, and those people are educated. Switzerland, Norway, those are cold places and those folks are smart. Russia is cold and snowy, they go to school there. You can't call a wienie ass snow day every time it flakes in Russia. You'd have a country full of nitwits.

I pay an ass load of taxes on my property to get my children educated. I paid an assload of taxes before I had children. I paid up in advance. AND, I buy lottery tickets all the time. I am not getting my money's worth, that's for sure.

And just in case anyone forgot, or has their own life and failed to memorize mine, we just finished spring break. The kids only went back to school on Monday! Genea no likey change. Genea had a hard enough time with our trip and the school break as it was. I can just about guarantee me some wango tango time tomorrow when she finds this shit out. Whichever fucktarded imbecile made this decision, I want him fired. Fired!

Well that's fine then. Have your fancy pants snow day. I am going to park my kids in front of the tv and let them watch Nick all freaking day. I may stab my ears out with knitting needles to avoid the lyrical sound of The Wonder Pets. Just a warning. Also be warned, this is a rant and I do not preview, edit or spellcheck rants. You get what you get. BAH!