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MB & I met for lunch to discuss the Susan Situation and also so I could hit her up for a ticket-purchase-cum-art-donation to the fabulous International School of Monterey gala. The tickets are not cheap – $175/head. I wouldn't buy one even if I had the cash. However MB and Kim are millionaires though they like to pretend otherwise, and no, they didn't come by their fortune by pluck, hard work and grueling hours; they did it the old-fashioned way: they inherited!
What's the use of having rich friends if you can't milk them occasionally? I figured they were fair prey and spent 10 minutes outlining the tax advantages and all the good works that ISM does – language starting in kindergarden, enrichment classes, bla bla bla. We're a charter school, we get money from the state but the curriculum costs $1800 more per student yearly than what the state will provide. Much of our student body comes from the housing projects in Seaside and Marina. Our test scores are the highest in the area but the rich, white people who live in Carmel prefer to keep their offspring under their watchful eye, close at hand in Hitler's Dream Village.
After I did my dog and pony spiel, we got down to business.
"Okay, this is a hokey solution but drastic situations require drastic measures," I said. "I think we need to stage an intervention."
"You have been watching too much Lifetime, Television For Women, my dear," drawled Marybeth.
"My heart belongs to Project Runway," I said. "I'm saving myself for Daniel Vosovic. When he decides to confront that final taboo – sex with a middle-aged female – I am so there."
"We don't say 'middle-aged', dear. We say 'ripe.' But anyway. An intervention?"
"Susan needs to go to a sleep clinic," I said. "If only because they'd run the battery of tests. I mean, I'm not convinced that what's going on is psychological. But if she did the sleep clinic thing, she'd know one way or another."
MB agreed to bring it up with Jeff.
In other news Cirque de Méprise has hired a clown to replace Guennadi. Another Russian. He looks just like Russell Crowe.
And Ben is going off on a business trip to Hugo OK for five days tomorrow. I don't like doing the single parent thing. I always end up channeling my psychotic mother.
What's the use of having rich friends if you can't milk them occasionally? I figured they were fair prey and spent 10 minutes outlining the tax advantages and all the good works that ISM does – language starting in kindergarden, enrichment classes, bla bla bla. We're a charter school, we get money from the state but the curriculum costs $1800 more per student yearly than what the state will provide. Much of our student body comes from the housing projects in Seaside and Marina. Our test scores are the highest in the area but the rich, white people who live in Carmel prefer to keep their offspring under their watchful eye, close at hand in Hitler's Dream Village.
After I did my dog and pony spiel, we got down to business.
"Okay, this is a hokey solution but drastic situations require drastic measures," I said. "I think we need to stage an intervention."
"You have been watching too much Lifetime, Television For Women, my dear," drawled Marybeth.
"My heart belongs to Project Runway," I said. "I'm saving myself for Daniel Vosovic. When he decides to confront that final taboo – sex with a middle-aged female – I am so there."
"We don't say 'middle-aged', dear. We say 'ripe.' But anyway. An intervention?"
"Susan needs to go to a sleep clinic," I said. "If only because they'd run the battery of tests. I mean, I'm not convinced that what's going on is psychological. But if she did the sleep clinic thing, she'd know one way or another."
MB agreed to bring it up with Jeff.
In other news Cirque de Méprise has hired a clown to replace Guennadi. Another Russian. He looks just like Russell Crowe.
And Ben is going off on a business trip to Hugo OK for five days tomorrow. I don't like doing the single parent thing. I always end up channeling my psychotic mother.
