Personal logic is a thought that seems totally indisputably correct to you but another person may think you are out of your mind for actually considering such a thing.
Such as the fact that when you take a pint of Eddys Max out of the freezer, it should be consumed in its entirety.
Wearing brown shoes with a black belt is an error of epic proportion.
So when I overhead some bat shift crazy soccer mom critiquing her ex husband for pulling the kids out of school three days early to take them to Washington DC for Thanksgiving, I had a sudden urge to shove a drum stick up her tight little ass.
This bitch was HORRIFIED that her precious snot dripping, swine flu carrying, ass crusty twerps would miss drawing a misshapen tree in art class or skip the spelling test that, while witnessing that gene pool, the little dumbass would have failed anyway.
This shrew went on and on to her black root friend in the express lame (with twenty two items mind you) of how Jr's entire future is at stake and he may not be able to get into the McDonalds training program to follow the rest of the clan into the family business.
I just don't get why someone would be so up in arms over a kid missing a few days of school for a memory that will last a lifetime.
Then again, my kids didn't spend four long hard years in the third grade.