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BREAKING NEWS: SCHOOL CANCELLED. AGAIN.

Yes, it's been snowing for two minutes. First there was no school news. Then the website and news channels said it was running two hours late, then the Complete Snow Wussies of the Puyallup school district canceled all school for today.

I'm sure, had they consulted me, Mother On The Edge, they would not have canceled anything. In fact, it's highly probable that they would have added classes and perhaps even offered to keep the children overnight and pay for their college educations.

Day Five Hundred and Seventy-Five, trapped in my house with roaming packs of wild teenagers, prepubescents, one child, five cats and one dog the people who mean the most to me.

Remind me to thank Mother Nature.

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  1. Hurrah! Motre quality time bonding with your nearest and dearest.

    How lucky you are.

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  2. Dave, don't make me come over there and hurt you.

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  3. 40c, and I have to go to school in a white shirt and black pants.

    The Beer is cold though.....
    Doesn't it warm the cockles to know we care?

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  4. You're killing me here.

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  5. Do the kids have to make up the days in June? They do here. Just think ahead to those warm days and cold pina coladas.

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  6. Paul, my children will be in school after their new school year starts in the fall. Perhaps they will instigate night school in order to take care of this problem. Nothing would surprise me right about now.

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  7. This will cheer you up: I've put you on my blogroll. This is quite an honour - I only put blogs there that I actually read every day.

    Congratulations.

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  8. Dave, this gives me great joy. The only thing that would have made me happier would have been if my children had gone to school today!

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