So if you ever wondered how I got to be the uptight, guilt-ridden nympho that you know and love, let me share this story. Last weekend TKB danced at a recital at the local high school and my mother spied some "questionable" art on the walls. So she immediately started looked for another school to send her to. That brings up another issue, they don't have the money to send her to a private school. So my retired dad needs to get a job. They have an opening at TKB's new school for a chem teacher. So my dad calls them, and they like him and now he is not only looking for work, but contemplating getting his teachiing credential.
All becuase some art offended my mother.