It may be
but for me
it's another year...same dirt.
Today is a day that I won't forget...
no matter how many earth rotations pass.
It was the day
I wanted to bury an elementary school principal…
six feet under Motha Earth.
But instead of risking jail time…
I merely trampled all over Mr. Principal
I’m sure you’re wondering what earthly reason
I would have to go after a school principal...
(especially one who was very popular with parents and kids.)
To break it down and sum it all up…
bigC was in the fifth grade and had attended an Earth Day Fair during school.
When she got home, she excitedly told me
that a man at one of the Fair booths stuck her with needles.
A man? With needles?
I immediately called the principal.
I immediately called the principal.
Apparently ‘the man” was an acupuncturist
and used Chelsea
When a teacher saw what was going on…she shut his demo down.
But that was after Chels had become his personal pin cushion.
The principal did his best to assure me
The principal did his best to assure me
that bigC would be fine
and to not worry about her contracting a pin cushion disease...
but it was hard to calm me down as I
rightly questioned him on Earth Day...
“Where on earth is this okay?"
“Where on earth is this okay?"
"Who on earth would do this?"
"What on earth is going on?”
And then my final "I'm-coming-for-you
promise/threat.
“If ANYTHING happens to Chelsea
If she comes down with so much as a sniffle…
You will be living HELL on earth.”
Happy Earth Day, Mr. Principal.
Anywhooooo.....
It is naturally instinctive for all mothers on this great EARTH to protect their young…
no matter what species they belong to.
And this Kat…would do anything to protect her kittens.
Anything.
I've occasionally run over into
I've occasionally run
the principal over the years
and I'm very cordial,
but I do give him the stink eye…
just so he remembers that I have dirt on him.
He never fails to forget me
and I'm sure he has told his wife…
"should something happen to me,
look for...
earth shoe prints."
