Hands up!

Hands up!
Originally uploaded by yaznotjaz.

Cross-posted from flickr, because I CAN. And also because I doubt the Blogistanis check out my flickr photos, except for those I post right here on the weblog. Lazy kids.

The following email came straight to my inbox this afternoon:

Everett High School
Message sent – 1/18/2007
Attendance Message

Hello, this is EVERETT HIGH SCHOOL calling to notify you that your child, BETHANY, was absent from EVERETT HIGH SCHOOL on 1/18/2007 for periods 1, 6. In order to waive an absence the parent/guardian must submit a waiver application form with appropriate documentation attached. Thank you.

First of all, I never knew that I had a daughter named Bethany all along. Seriously, why does no one tell me things? Secondly, BETHANY? She’s probably blonde. I bet she’s on the cheerleading squad, too. Clearly, Bethany did not inherit any of my genes. Finally, the hell was Bethany doing, skipping class during periods 1 & 6? (I like to think she inherited some of my genes by sleeping in through period 1 and sneaking off-campus for lunch during period 6.)

Maybe I should ask Bethany if she could teach me how to dance…in return for signing her waiver application form for periods 1 & 6.

PS: Everett High School is in Michigan. It’s hella freakin’ cold in Michigan, I hear. If I had a daughter named Bethany, Bethany and I would not be living in Michigan. I think we just might live in the UAE instead, where apparently it’s sunshine-y and warm year-round.

PPS: The above email reminded me of Jamelah’s post from last year. Jamelah is on flickr, too, by the way. And she’s a ROCKSTAR! who merits all capitals and an exclamation point.

PPPS: Most importantly, those are my nieces, pictured above. They are also rockstars. You can see some of their silliness in action – on the same day as the above photo – here.

1 thought on “Hands up!

  1. YOU ARE A ROCKSTAR. YOUR FREAKING ROCKSTARRINESS OUT-ROCKSTARS EVEN THE MOST ROCKSTAR OF ROCKSTARS. MY ROCKSTAR IS NOTHING IN COMPARISON TO YOUR ROCKSTAR, AND THERE IS NO ROCKSTAR LIKE YOU. EVEN THOUGH SOME ROCKSTARS MAY APPROXIMATE YOUR ROCKSTAR QUALITIES, THEY CLEARLY PALE IN COMPARISON TO YOUR UTTER ROCKSTAR ROCKSTARRITY. IN CONLUSION, YOU ARE A ROCKSTAR, MUTHAFUCKLE!

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