I had to be the parent-on-call during one of my daughter’s dance comepetitions.  So, instead of just sitting in the audience, tweeting about the other company’s lame costumes, I had to stand around outside making it clear I wasn’t trying to see into the dressing room.

I burned the butter.  I always seem to burn the butter, so to speak.  Always.

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