Oh god, not the Seasonal Icon, anything but the Seasonal Icon.

I swear to god, this teacher and I are going to have a battle that is going to make the WWF look... well... fake.

Today The Kid comes home with a note that says:

Please bring in the following for tomorrow's science class:
-Toilet Paper Roll
-Sand Paper
-Cotton Balls
-Sponge
-Clay

After some scurring (and a whole lot of butt wiping) we were able to come up with the toilet paper roll, the sponge and the cotton balls. Dick has some sand paper out in the garage, I'll get that in the morning. I assured the Kid I could make her some clay this evening after she'd gone to bed. Well, she's in bed and guess what. I have no salt. So much for clay.

What the hell is this woman thinking? I didn't open the Kid's homework binder until 7:00. Does she really expect that the parents of a class full of 30 odd children are going to just have all of these things laying around, or that they'll just pop out and pick them up? Is that really reasonable?

Dick's working and the Kid's in bed, so I'm not popping out anywhere. She'll have to go without the clay unless somebody can fed-ex me a half a cup of salt before 8:00 tomorrow morning.

On the bright side, I have almost all of my Christmas shopping done. Only need a few things to fill up the garment what usually resides on your foot. I have poured myself a nice hot cup of cocoa, the kid's in bed and, though we appear to be out of kaluha, I suspect I'll survive. TV for a bit in front of the fire and then the tub and then bed, or maybe even straight to bed.

Oh, crap. I have to wrap a present for the office party tomorrow. Pooh. Wrap then TV and then Tub/Bed. Or maybe Wrap *and* TV and then Tub/Bed. Ok, I've spent as much time typing this paragraph as it would have taken me to wrap the damn present.

As simonmarshall says... Toodlepipski.