Because I'm Stoopid

I do not know what is wrong with me sometimes. I literally get excited about something and just don't think it through. Girl-Child had her dance recital/preschool winter festival yesterday. It is also their biggest fundraiser. One of my contributions - and there were many- was a themed gift basket for the silent auction. I don't know if I've mentioned this before (editor's note: I have) but I'm the least crafty person you'll ever meet. BUT! I had a great idea and I went with it. I took a microwavable popcorn bucket (the corn is in the bottom and ya throw the whole shebang in the microwave), filled it with movie theater sized boxes of various candy, and a gift card for the video store. The theme was "A Night 'In' At The Movies". Cute, huh? I thought so. I tried to go with traditional theater candy: Red Vines, Junior Mints, Snowcaps, Raisinets, and chocolate covered PEANUTS(!?!?). I KNOW, as well as any other mother to small children KNOWS, that in this day and age peanut allergies are running rampant. My daughter's school is a PEANUT FREE ZONE! Aw Crikey! This I KNOW. I also know that there are children in her class that my raffle basket would KILL. It didn't even occur to me as I bought them. Or as I wrapped it all up. Not even when I typed my tag that listed the items included. It hit me, like a thoughtless ton of bricks, as I was sitting in attendance and was greeted by one of the mothers whose daughter I'm trying to KILL with my silent auction raffle basket of DOOM! She and I have had several conversations about the horrors of trick or treating and birthday parties that is her daughter's life. I was sitting there silently hoping that she had not perused the gift basket tables and was aware that the Farklepants family had generously donated this lethal item. Seriously, I might as well have put a pack of cigarettes in the thing, with a lighter, and lit one up as a visual aid for the kiddies, blowing smoke rings in their cherub faces. This is what I get for trying to be cute and crafty. When I do this; I fail. But one of my other contributions was making cupcakes for the bake sale. Which probably made someone break out in a rash. On their face. Because that is just me.

And on a totally unrelated note: We were supposed to go to the amusement park today to celebrate Boy-Child#2's birthday in a right proper way; but because this is the birthday that is not meant to be celebrated in any appropriate fashion whatsoever - the anti-birthday fairies hath dealt him a fever and an infection in both eyes (who am I kidding? It's pink eye). And just to make absolutely sure that I don't go getting any wacky ideas like dragging him out there sick as a dog; they tossed some of the eye dust in my left. Just for good measure.