It's a lot of pressure. "Write, Monkey! WRITE!"
This is one of those.
Because there is not enough to do in the holiday season, my older kids' school decided they needed to put on their version of "America's Got Talent". Friday night, Tigger got up and sang her heart out for the judges and her whole school.
And she was good. Amazingly good. So good that Dylan thought she was lip syncing to Christina Aguilera.
But, unfortunately for my blog, she did not fall off the stage or catch fire, and aside from a minor technical glitch with the microphone, everything went well.
Until it came to the judges.
And unfortunately, that one beyotch judge also did not catch fire.
It's surprisingly hard to start a fire with only stage lights and a camera lens.
And yes, I know the judges were just kids too. But she was a beyotch. Don't judge me. You weren't there.
It was at that point that I realized I could totally become that psychotic cheerleader mom who put out a hit on another teenager.
Not that the judge should take this as a threat. 'Cause it isn't.
But she might want to watch her back. Just sayin'.