You know what i love??

I love it when I've just arrived home with kids in tow, tired after a freakishly long week, looking forward to a little quality down time with the Childrens only to have the phone ring heralding a conversation that goes something like this:

Me: Hello?
Nice person on other end of phoneline: Hi! this is [person from your daughter's chi-chi-uber-prep-school program]. I'm just calling to remind you about Boo's 4 hour test tomorrow morning.
Me: Excuse me?
NPOOEOP: Test. the 4 hour test we told you about at the mandatory Parent meeting two weeks ago...?
Me: Ah... oh, yes. of course. [NO freaking idea what this person is talking about]
NPOOEOP: O.K. well, we also sent an e-mail.
Me: Mmmmmhmmm. [Nope. didn't see that either]
NPOOEOP: K. Well it's at 7:30 so we're recommending that parents have their students to us by 7:15 at the latest...
Me: Excuse me??
NPOOEOP: Yes?
Me: 7:15 in the morning?
NPOOEOP: Yes.
Me: But it's Saturday.
NPOOEOP:[frosty, clearly we're more interested in your child's getting into a decent school than you are but for the purposes of this charade, and since we really do actually value/want to help your child to achieve her goals we'll murmur something noncommittal..] Um hm... If you'll recall it was covered in both the materials that were handed out as well as in the e-mail.
Me: Ah, yes. yes. right. yes. Got it. so. Tomorrow then. 7:30?
NPOOEOP: 7:15.
Me: Right!
NPOOEOP: Send her with a snack, please. The children tend to get hungry mid-way through.
Me: Rightey-o ["Rightey-o"??? Now I'm British???!]
NPOOEOP: Alrighty. we'll see you tomorrow!
Me: Yes! Yes, of course. thank you!

[hang up. poop.]