When I Grow Up, I Want To Be Like Mommy...

This is currently my favorite email - no idea if there's any truth in it but it makes me laugh!

This letter was sent to the school the following day...

Dear Ms Jones,

I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer. I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out every single shovel we had, and then I found one more in the back room, and that several people were fighting over who would get it. Her picture doesn’t show me dancing around a pole. It’s supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot. From now on I will remember to check her homework more.