I have become the person I hoped I wouldn’t become. You know that person….the one you see at the market, looking like she slept in the seasonal aisle on a folding chair, woke up, grabbed a bagel, a half gallon of skim milk and got caught like a deer in headlights looking like a disaster.

I’m not going to get all into political views here. Personally, I don’t care to share them or really hear yours. That being said…

I have come to realize that those women (and occasionally, men) who seem to run every single committee for your local PTA/HSO are frustrated domestics who have finally achieved a power of position in life and choose to run with it. Either that or bossing around their husbands is no longer satisfying.

I am an old phone

Yet the mission was incomplete.