Mr. Smoothie

It's that time again - the one weekend a year when I volunteer at my kid's school. You may remember that last year I suffered PCD (Post Traumatic Churro Disorder). Nightmares of brown sugar and delicious treats.

This year - I'm working the Smoothie Booth.

Now at the moment, I don't forsee anything awful and/or hilarious happening to me. But the weekend has just started. If there's some way to be permanently disabled by a smoothie, I'l find it.

I'm gifted like that.