"My car is blue"

Okay. I said I would post it later. And since dozens and dozens of people have not asked for me to explain, I thought that I would.

I once was the person that EPS Alarms called if the security alarm went off after hours at my son's school. I lived the closest, and that was my 'parent contribution'. This certainly beat vacuuming.

Well, one day the alarm went off. This was actually the first time I had to take the call, as my husband is always much faster at getting out of the house than I am. But, he wasn't home.

The woman from EPS said that the alarm had gone off, and could I come to the school with the key. I said yes, silently cursing myself for not being showered, dressed, made up and knowing where my keys were. She asked how long it would take me to get there (under five minutes) and what kind of car did I have (i didn't have a clue). Really. Such a deep question. I did not know what kind of car I had. All I knew was that it was blue, and looked like a 'grandpa' car. Thankfully, this was enough information for the EPS lady. Although, she did laugh a bit.

So, the whole episode was really nothing. A teacher had come in after hours, and didn't get the alarm code in quickly enough, and the door to the office was locked, so he could not call it in himself.

But, for my self sacrificing parent contribution, I get years of embarrassment. Now my children always quiz me on what kind of car I have (i no longer have a car - my husband's car is a black ford focus with a dent on the driver side).

By the way, my son now has my old 'blue' car, and I still don't know what it is, although I've been told. I just can't seem to have it mean enough to me to remember it. It is an '88. Maybe a 1992 '88. An Oldsmobile, I think.

Anyway, that is nothing compared to the time I forgot my kid's name...