Dude! You guys! We found our tribe!

Our douche bag hippy, yuppy tribe!

At preschool orientation for the kids' new school, where all of the moms appeared to have come from work, everyone was our age, all the dads came, too, and everyone's child is the most special snowflake ever to grace the whole world. The school serves milk and water at lunch, and one dad wanted to know if the milk was organic. Upon hearing that is wasn't (which? BULLSHIT! Tuition is about the same as Bradley-- the milk should be organic), he asked for instructions for bringing and labeling his own milk. One of the moms wanted to know what BRAND of sunscreen the school puts on kids before outside time (because she was worried it was Coppertone-- she might be my Skin Deep soul sister) and she needed to know the DEET content of the bug spray. I love her already. (The sunscreen is Blue Lizard. It's no Badger, but what are you going to do?) (You are going to bring the Badger and put it in your kids' cubbyholes, that's what.) (Kidding.) (Maybe.)


Then a loudspeaker announcement came on and told all the classrooms to meet the yoga instructor on the back hill.

COULD THIS PLACE BE MORE PERFECT? (did I mention the chef?)