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CamiKaos goes to the PTA...

Cami Kaos

10 Oct 2007 — 1 min read

Last night I had my first foray into the realm of the secret society known as the PTA...Shudder.Landismom, I thought of you quite a bit as our own PTA president was talking.Then when others started talking and they went on a little (or 6 decades) too long I started to wander off into Kaos land... Kaos land is a cranky place. I get kind of bitchy there. Bitchier.And I will admit that maybe it was a bad idea to go to the meeting on an empty stomach.It's possible that being hungry made me a little evil, and that maybe the PTA (secret society that it is) was not the best place for me to be when I am so.fucking.hungry.But I had to get out the door. And my dishwasher wasn't working. My dishwasher that is less than 2 years old. So instead of eating I had been washing 2 days worth of dishes because I had been counting on the dishwasher to not.be.broken.It's conceivable that the dish thing made me a little cranky too.So when I was a little too smiley in a cranky ass bitch way, and when I made really snide remarks about the way they test our students, and when I laughed out loud at things that were not meant to be funny....Well lets just say, I don't think CamiKaos made any friends last night...

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