I misspelled a word in a letter to the elementary school Gifted and Talented Committee. (Now they'll know I'm not really one of them.)
LG knows that we are on the fence about whether we want her in that program in middle school. Last night I told her about my discovery of the misspelled word. She said, accusingly, "Now they'll think I don't have smart parents! Is that what you want them to think!?" I love it when a plan comes together.
And I'm not embarrassed, but they should be:
On the phone with the tree service, I tell them that we need an estimate on removal of the one fallen tree in the front yard, and the two standing, but damaged, trees in the backyard. And I ask them to please itemize the costs on the estimate, because the neighbors will be paying for the fallen tree, which is theirs.
Tree lady: Oh, we don't do that.
Me: You don't itemize on estimates?
Tree lady: No. But we will break it down for you so you know what each service costs.
Me: Oh . . . well, that'll be fine, then. Just . . . go ahead and break it down.