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Originally Posted by Claire
~Dodge the phone calls of an obsessive-compulsive "I have no life, therefore you must not either, what do you mean you have three kids, work two days a week and you're sick, and you like to leave your house to see other human adults and have a social life and the preschool is not your life, how can the preschool NOT be your life, it's my life and I feel very fulfilled and blessed to be a part of it, it's a co-op and if you don't feel like you can be cooperative then maybe it's not a good fit for you, and I don't need any sleep since I'm not human, I'm actually a robot with zero social skills because hey how can anyone expect me to have social skills when this damn preschool is my fvcking life?" preschool president.
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She brought me a huge bouquet of flowers today.
I'm eating crow...a little. But just because she does one nice thing (one extremely over-the-top nice thing) doesn't excuse how she's been treating people. I'm just the one who spoke up.
Made oooooodles of calls today. Progress is happening.
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Miles: It tastes like the back of a f*ing L.A. school bus. Now they probably didn't de-stem, hoping for some semblance of concentration, crushed it up with leaves and mice, and then wound up with this rancid tar and turpentine bull****. F*in' Raid.
Jack: Tastes pretty good to me.