Dim Sum Diaries
Well, when it rains it pours. Haven't been feeling that well lately. On Monday, it was Son's preschool graduation. He wasn't actually graduating, but he was in the "show". This year was made more special by the fact it was the preschool's 30th graduating class. Mother-in-law (MIL) has been teaching there for 30 years, so they were honoring her. Hubby was in the first graduating class, so of course he had to be honored too. Which is all great and wonderful.

Except! Apparently that day, my life had been transmorgified into a Ben Stiller movie. Supposed to show up with kids in tow at 4:45 pm. Father-in-law (FIL) had been kind enough to watch the kids for the day while I ran some errands. Got a little tired in early afternoon, so decided to take a nap. Assured myself that I would wake up by 3:45-4:00ish so that I could get the kids, primp them up, primp myself up (live media coverage of the event!) etc etc etc.

Ended up over-napping, waking up at 4:20. Had yet to get myself ready...apparently after being laid off, have gotten a bit squiffy around the edges (too much snacking?). Could not fit into my blouses...in a hurry so settled for jeans and a American Eagle t-shirt (though in hindsight wearing a "When This Van Comes A-Rockin, Don't Come A-Knockin" shirt to a conservative (think red state-ish) event wasn't the best possible choice). Ran to in-laws house. Was very quiet, so I opened the door with my key. A shrill siren pierced the air. Apparently they had left already and set the alarm...and I didn't know the code to reset...and it prompted an armed response.

Decided that it would be better not to be caught in the house with the alarm going, I quietly relocked the door, jumped to my car and sped towards the preschool (about a mile away). Suddenly I was a fugitive...running away from the law...

Caught sight of FIL at the preschool parking lot.

"Uh, FIL, you may want to drive back home...I may have set the alarm off. The cops may be on their way to your house as we speak..."

He only laughed, apparently thinking that such behaviour was typical for me (where did he get that idea from??). Drove back to the house, lo and behold an officer was there.

"Sorry officer, I am the perp!" I told him jokingly.

"No problem," he replied long-sufferingly.

Entire in-law side of the family was in stitches over the event. Why am I blogging about this? I have no idea.