Finslippy

Okay, the internets is so good this week, I don't even need to blog myself.

Take finslippy, for instance. When Noah graduated from preschool, I was a mess. I blogged about it, but in no way did my post even come close to the majesty of expression when she went through the same thing.

Observe or read my favorite parts:

I am outraged.

I just returned from a marathon of emotional manipulation the likes of which I have not experienced since that fucking E.T. almost died but then (spoiler alert!) didn't die and returned to his alien peoples. And I am outraged! I said that already.

Change is good, unless it arrives in the form of your child graduating and his school faculty and administration creating an event designed solely to make you sing "Sunrise, Sunset" to yourself and leave mascara puddles on your husband's button-down.