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The Worst 4 Words
January 18, 2005 | Category: Family, It's a Trip
I just have to say this - Rainbow Feather is fine. He's home and he's happy.
And when I said I hate birds - I meant the ones in cages. I have a feeder right outside my office window. I get a kick from the rare Cardinal sighting, the afternoon coos from the loon in Autumn. M'kay?
Of course, yes, I do also like eating birds. With a nice Chianti. But that's another show all together.
So this morning, I put my game shirt back on and showed up for work ready to take the plate. By the time I had to leave and go pick up Bear from his morning Montessori program, I was feeling pretty empowered, I tell you what.
Hopping to keep warm at the school entrance, waiting for my son, his teacher caught my eye and waved me closer to her. And then she uttered those words that deflated my whole mood. The Worst 4 Words in the English language:
We've got to talk.
I must have given her quite the look. Because she added; It's nothing too bad. I'll call you this afternoon.
Ugh.
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