April 12, 2007

Harper Valley PTA

Kind of. Sort of. Except we call it "PTO." And that doesn't stand for Power Take Off, either.

But these last few days, that song, Harper Valley PTA, has been running through my head.

Not that the PTO has tried to tell me how to dress or act or anything. If they tried to do that I'd tell them to go sh*t in their dinner bucket.

No, this is just a bunch of damn women (three, actually) who are running roughshod over everyone else, lying and being bitchy, trying to control things like, well, kind of like a dictator.

The PTO president yesterday moaned and groaned about how much she has to do, how her husband has taken a cut in pay. I had to turn my back when she said that. My husband....well, he has deployments hanging over his head; there's always that possibility he could be sent overseas for a long period of time (again). But did I bring that up? No! Why should we have to poo-poo that other woman because her life is so rough? Like she's the only one?

Our elementary school is merging with another one (the other school is shutting down) and our PTO won't meet, or even speak with, the other school's PTO. It's a long story, but the short of it is, there's a bunch of pissed off parents, me included.

So, you know, I'm loving that line:

"The day my Mama socked it to the Harper Valley P.T.A."