I'm sitting in a 3 hour meeting after school yesterday, when one of the administrative support staff people that I have yet to name {I was thinking of Mrs. I'm always right, even when you are right I'm righter then you are} [but that would be a bitch to type every time] comes up to me and asks if I have signed up for a workshop. It's this weekend trip to some ranch, yes it looks really fun, and yes I've been on these workshops before and they are little mini vacations, but I just don't want to go.

So she asks, and I tell her, "No, I'm not going."

She looks at me with a condescending smirk on her face and mutters, "Well, what will YOU do with your weekend?"

As if I am somehow not capable of finding things to do on my weekends.

Whatever!

I think I stared daggers at her, "My weekends are sacred." I replied in a too smooth voice.

"mmmmHmmm..." She says, as if that is a reply.

"They are." I go on. "I cook, I draw, I paint, I work on my bonsai."

She just looked at me as if I had just told her that I hang out with Mr. Miagi in my spare time, befuddlement written across her face.

Some of the other staff members were silently applauding me.

I could tell by the looks on there faces.

Jane told me later, that she wished she would have learned to say No when she was younger.

I quipped, "It's easy for me, my generation grew up on 'Just say NO!'

Love to you!