Hustled home after work last night and stuffed down dinner (Nora made cheesy garlic breads) so I could make it to school in time for Open House, to meet Nora’s teachers. I was running late, so I had planned to skip the principal’s opening schtick, so I made a beeline past the cop on duty at the school door and straight to where I thought Nora’s first classroom was.

The school was strangely empty, but I figured everyone was still in the auditorium listening to the principal. Then I looked down at the Open House flyer clutched in my hand. The school was strangely empty, I realized, because I was there on the wrong night. Open House is not ’til Thursday.

I am so lame.