I definitely decided I was getting tricked most of the day, as my daughter, stressed out over going to Homecoming, started acting like the wicked witch of the west, to both my hubby and I.
At 2:30 pm, she started nagging me to get off my volunteer for the fish/salmon duties and get thee home to take her to the hair dresser. Then she chewed on her father, because he wasn't there to trade off the car in time (don't ask, men have to clean their cars to feel better about things).
We finally handed her off at about 4:30 pm, brought home hamburgers, and were, somewhat relieved.
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