Out of Touch

Today, the husband and I went to the kids' school for an interview. We've been chosen to help develop the upcoming endowment campaign.

And the whole time they were asking me questions all I could think was, "Are you fucking kidding me? You want my opinion about raising five million dollars? Have you seen my checking account?"

I think I've been out of touch with the grown-up world for too long.

Oh, and was it bad that when they asked me who I'd like to see chair the campaign, and then handed me a list of possible names that included my husband's, that I actually laughed out loud?

He's a wonderful man and a great aviator. But asking rich people for money is not his cup of tea.