Not the One With George Clooney

So what, you ask, could be more harrowing than being chased down by a mob of angry parents who would like to kill you, the spokesman, for your client's several transgressions in front of their darling little kiddies and who the hell do you think you are and you are a worthless human being and what are you part of the heinous liberal left and are you going to issue a statement of official apology and holy crap where is the back exit?

That, my friends, would be the event I attended today.

Granted, the crowd was very educated and quite pleasant. And the popsicle dessert, not so bad. But the screaming was horrible, and the fainting episode (mine) pretty much sucked.

My 3-year old's first emergency room visit. 5 stitches on the chin. Pushed into a puppet show at school.

I just hope neither of us ever has to live through that again. I'll take crazed parents who want to punch me in the mouth ANY day of the week over that. In fact, if there are any said parents who would like to come over right now and throw a swing or two just so I can get a bit of a leg up on Karma, well, then that would be just great.

Photo: my fabulous friend X and George at the 2006 WH Correspondents Dinner. Yes, it's been over a year; yes, still jealous as HELL.