Thursday, September 25, 2008

Parking Lot, Elementary School, 5:30

The thing with having a high school musical (don't tell Cory I used that exact phrase, OK? He hates HSM) star in the family is that there's going to be a whole lot of driving back and forth. Now, instead of riding the bus home from school, he stays after for practice, and then someone's gotta pick him up. That would be me. Jeffrey offered to swing by and pick him up after work, on the motorcycle, but Cory wasn't at all interested in that. Not that that would have really been an option because Jeffrey does not have an extra helmet (mine) with him, and there is no riding the motorcycle without a helmet. Ever. Period.

So, Cory just called to let me know they are at the elementary school practicing with the little kids who are in this musical, and not at the high school. Good thing he called, because I would have been expecting to find him at the high school. Still, parking lot, elementary school, 5:30 - and I still don't know what we're having for dinner.