What do breasts and meet the teacher night have in common?

Picture of a frozen chicken breast.

This is a frozen chicken breast from my freezer, it will be cooked at a later date.

I’m sure you are quite disappointed right now, some of you may have actually been expecting a picture of my actual breasts blushes (if you do want to see them, you will have to take a look at my Vacation in Jamaica post, and do tell me what you think?).  Let me continue, am I referring to chicken breasts or my own breasts for this post? Well if you guessed my breasts, you are correct, though at this time I do not have a prize to give you, hopefully instead I will either make you laugh, give you food for thought at that next meet the teacher night or just make you say out loud WTF?

When my children were in elementary and high school, I attended all of the “meet the teacher nights” ,  in hopes I could pump the teacher about how my child was doing. Now, thankfully there was never any bad news to deal with, besides I would hope the teacher would give me a phone call, if my child was fucking up ready for Mensa.

Okay, now fast forward to I think grade ten, meet the teacher night at high school for middle child, where it was held in the cafeteria. I don’t know what they were thinking when they decided to stuff god knows how many parents, their teenagers and the teachers in a room where the windows didn’t open. It was exceptionally “hot” in the room.

After meeting a number of teachers, middle child was still quite intent on me meeting one more, it may have been her history/geography/autocad instructor, it is all quite blurry to me now. After walking up to the gentleman, middle child made introductions, and then, well, my words “Thank you for not looking at my breasts, most people do when they first meet me”.

I don’t  remember what the teacher said in response to my comment. I do remember being outside afterwords with middle child, who is yelling “WTF MOM!”. I had no answer. The room was hot.

Note: I did not show my face at another “meet the teacher night again”.

15 Replies to “What do breasts and meet the teacher night have in common?”

  1. This is very funny!! I had a teacher at high school who was a real man-eater (a german woman who taught Spanish – go figure?!) and she would regularly terrorize all the Dads at parents evening in a similar manner… I remember her pretty enormous boobs but for the life of me I can’t remember what she looked like now!!

  2. HAHA! That’s awesome that you just blurted that right out! Your poor middle daughter – I can imagine the WTF Mom??!?! So funny and I think everybody’s said something um, unexpected at times. Makes for good blog material though!

  3. I love this post, Catherine! I think parents have all blurted out something we didn’t mean to say at a teacher at least once. I think that is what makes a parent memorable in a teacher’s head! Besides, the cafeteria was really hot, so it would make anyone say just about anything. Thanks for sharing this post!

  4. You probably made his night, Catherine. In other words, you made him laugh! I can imagine how thoroughly embarrassed your daughter must have been though! It’s amazing what a hot room can do to you isn’t it!

  5. I am totally disappointed because I clicked over to your Jamaica post and all I got was pictures of fish.

    Your words after being in a hot room are just as interesting as mine when my sugars are low. Thankfully, it doesn’t happen too often and fortunately my kids aren’t in school.

    Besos, Sarah
    Journeys of The Zoo

    1. You have to watch the slideshow if you want to see the boobs, sorry, I guess I should have been more specific.

      At least you have an excuse of low sugar, I had no excuse except “foot in mouth disease”. lol

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