So last night there was an event that I was dreading and looking forward to at the same time. Each spring, the church / pre-school that my eldest daughter attends holds an "Art Show."

Art Show in pre-school talk means "Hey, we've sent home crap upon crap upon crap that your kid has made here, and although it's all cute and priceless in its own way, we know that there's not a house big enough to store 3 years worth of this stuff, but here's another macaroni crucifix necklace and a God Loves My Daddy mousepad. Oh, and we've actually held back the cutest/best stuff your kid has made and we've told the kids over and over that there is an art show and your parents can buy stuff."

Thanks.

Anyway, my BIL and SIL wanted to attend, but were quite concerned about the Baptist CRASH teams that abscond with the non-believers and take them to a top secret site beneath the sanctuary and force them to read bible verses, speak in tongues, handle poisonous snakes, and have all other kinds of Baptist fun.

After I reconnoitered the area and assured them via unsecured land line that there appeared to be absolutely NO kidnappings or forced baptisms / savings, they agreed to attend.

On a serious note, it sure was nice for them to attend. With two kids of their own time is tight, and to make time for an event that meant alot to my daughter, well, it means alot to me and the wife.

Anyway, we found that the art our kids had done was free, but each class did a "class project" that saw us "strongly encouraged" to bid upon said item. Lauren's class made a very nice and very cute wooden still.

I bid $20 and felt confident that I would be outbid.

There were also silent auction items like autographed photos of Michael "Ron Mexico" Vick and Mark Richt and myriad restaurant related coupons and discounts. All in all a fine showing.

The highlight for our urchin however was Mister Tony's dance party. He / they did the chicken dance, the clapping song (no idea of the name) and went under the limbo pole as well. Quite fun all the way around.

I rescued a neighbor child that was hysterical after separating from a group of kids another mom was supposed to be watching too, and that was nice (for me). I guess it was nice for Claire too since my rescue led to the immediate stopping of the snot flow and tears she was producing. (I'm glad I like her and her parents).

I'm not sure if we bid on anything besides the wife's bid on a Southern Living basket that she was sure she wouldn't win, but maybe that wasn't the point. This was a well-attended event that surely raised a good deal of money for the best pre-school church-based program in the Suwanee area.

p.s. Next time I will be sure to have the baptist smash n' grab n' convert team stationed at the proper door so my neighbors won't escape their clutches so easily.

Muwah HA HA HA!