I made it to AJ’s art show last night. He was lucky to make it out alive.

     Getting to the show was more of a production than the show itself, although the show was good. First, there was a mandatory dinner at Mom’s. She either doesn’t care or doesn’t understand what small windows my sister and I have between work and school-related events. Mom’s dinner times on such nights leave us barely enough time to get out of our respective parking lots. The mac and cheese recipe Mom served eased some of the frustration last night, but as I was high-tailing it over to the house I concluded that half the speeding tickets in the country belong to adults rushing home from work in order to get to something at school on time.

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