Which is occasionally not that funny.
Twice this year, the Semi Weekly Meeting of the Newmentia Lunch Time Think Tank has been graced with the presence of a former classmate of the #1 son. Let's call her
During both lunches with Libby, Mrs. Hillbilly Mom spoke not a word. Uttered not a syllable. Ate her chicken sandwich in silence. Would have preferred to get up and leave the table, and eat in her room. But no. Nobody is going to run Mrs. HM out of her rightful seat at the teacher table. She has worked long and hard to mark her territory. But neither is she going to give anybody a chance to misconstrue her words.
Which Libby did during her sojourn under Mrs. HM's tutelage. Stuck her nose right into an issue that did not concern her. Twisted Mrs. HM words during a rejoinder with another pupil, who did not take exception whatsoever to the conversation, and had even initiated it.
Imagine Mrs. HM's surprise when summoned to the office. Mrs. HM! Who in her entire career can count the number of times she's been summoned on less than one hand. Mrs. HM said her piece. Libby referred to her as a liar. The man in charge cautioned Libby that she'd had problems with her nose and mouth before, concerning other members of Newmentia's faculty. But still. Mrs. HM does not take kindly to words put into her mouth.
Seven years ago, it was. But Mrs. Hillbilly Mom does not forget. Nor does she forgive. Lie in the bed you've made, Libby.
Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is not going to tuck you in.