I befuddled my cubs when I came home from work today and announced who my “dinner dates” were. There are a couple of women teachers that are *ponders how to put this nicely* – odd. Yeah, that’s a nice way of saying they are a bit different.

The two of them are joined at the hip and pretty exclusive. It’s never bothered me because they don’t tend to be the type of people I hang out with anyway. We get along fine at work, but that’s it. They are the kind of teachers that tend to be punitive and happy to write out detentions, take away baseball caps, and follow minute little rules that I’m content to ignore.

Today one of them asked me to join the two of them and another teacher at a local restaurant that was doing some kind of teacher appreciation thing. What the heck, why not? My dinner plans included making tacos, but there were leftovers in the fridge for the fam – I said I’d go.

They were going to call me over ninety minutes ago.

Yup, I’ve been stood up.

My kids are giggling about this one. My hub is doing a really bad job of not saying things like “you’ve been dumped by the geek squad”. My bestest work friend snorked with laughter.

I’m simply hungry because my luverly family inhaled the leftover lasagna and there isn’t much else that I feel like eating.

Let me just say, I think this is rude. Certainly we aren’t best buddies, but I’m never rude to them. We chit chat at school – we never hang out away from the building. Initially the rest of us tried to get them involved when we were all going out, but they turn us down all the time. We’ve pretty much given up.

Hmph! I think I’ll invite ‘em to Dairy Queen and drop their ice cream cones!

Peace