For all the people who do not have small children in school, I need to explain the main education they are getting. Apparently, today's schools are really business schools. They are teaching the kids how to sell everything and raise money. We are almost finished distributing the cookie dough products that Lu sold for her school. Do you know how hard it is to deliver boxes of frozen cookies to people when your 11 year old didn't write down their complete address? I don't know all of my neighbors' names or addresses. I am sure the police were called the other night because I was slowly casing the neighborhood trying to figure out where we should be dropping off these cookies. Same applies for DP and Jr. Apparently, last night was school night at the local Papa John's pizza place. Whichever class in each grade that sells the most gets a pizza party. These kids tell us we have to go to Papa Johns. Jr doesn't even like pizza. So DP comes home and explains to SuperMom about it being pizza night and that we need to buy seven pizzas so his class can win. Two cheese, two pepperoni, one meat lovers, and two hamburger. I am not sure how he calculated seven as the winning formula. I am also not sure what he thinks we are going to do with seven pizzas. It did remind me of this Oprah segment though.
We only bought one pizza. However, if we would have bought seven, I would have been Oprah for a day. "YOU GET A PIZZA, YOU GET A PIZZA, YOU GET A PIZZA, YOU GET A PIZZA, YOU GET A PIZZA, YOU GET A PIZZA, AND FINALLY YOU GET A PIZZA!"
DP is disappointed that I am not as rich as Oprah.
DP is disappointed that I am not as rich as Oprah.