I was watching an episode of The Simpson's tonight, as I tried to relax from a most stressful week at work. In the cartoon, the teacher's went on strike and Marge became Bart's teacher. He was thoroughly embarrased at having his mom around, who doted on him and did the whole lick-the-thumb-wipe-his-face thing. I started to laugh then I suddenly had this flashback to 11th grade. See, I went to a very small high school and for our junior-senior prom all the faculty and school board members were invited. My stepdad was on school board so he and my mom were at my prom! My prom! Of course, I didn't ride with them to the prom or anything horrifying like that; but, he did make me dance with him. Don't get me wrong--my stepdad's a good guy and all but who wants to dance with their dad at the prom?! I felt a lot of sympathy for Bart Simpson and silently prayed for Marge and her big blue hair to just go home and let the kid be a kid.
Yeah, it's a Friday and my brain is fried.
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