One of the mom’s from the hallway yelled in, “No, actually we don’t. Go help your teacher.”

Hee.

Emily, I hate ants. I’m sorry. Ick. I hope they go away soon.

It made me think of the food of Toto's that attracted ants so quickly. I was really grateful that they didn't seem interested in climbing the side of Bastet's bowl, just eating whatever got to the floor.

One of the mom’s from the hallway yelled in, “No, actually we don’t. Go help your teacher.”

Reminds me of Carol Channing telling my young self, "Your mommy hates housework, your daddy hates housework, I hate housework, and when you grow up, you will too!"

vw - do you know the Clean-Up song?

the tattoo talk reminded me that I need to find something to make with Jason Gaylor's tasty tattoo brushes. loves them I do. [link]

Oh Raq, what a crappy day! I'm so sorry. I hope it gets much better soon.

vw, I love that story so very much.

Emily made me snorfle. Then again, I taught my ninth-grade girls about phallic and yonic symbolism today (amid much giggling and blushing), so I'm not really one to talk about awkward classroom moments.

I had more to say but have forgotten what it was. To be continued.

It made me think of the food of Toto's that attracted ants so quickly.

Yes. And it made me so crazy. I haven't had that problem here. (Though, I probably just jinxed myself.)

Reminds me of Carol Channing telling my young self, "Your mommy hates housework, your daddy hates housework, I hate housework, and when you grow up, you will too!"

Oh, yes!

vw - do you know the Clean-Up song?

Well, not the same one the kids do. I'm sure I'll learn it, though. One of the girls was really trying to teach it to me last night (actually, she's the twin of the little boy that was refusing to help).

Pictures later

No, pictures NOW! Want see brunette Teppy!

And Vortex is me on the massage front. If I have to be constantly directing the masseuse, the purpose of getting the massage in the first place has been defeated.

Thanks, Steph. Does sound like your surgery was different from what she's looking at, but you've phrased everything so well, I'm still going to forward you pretty much verbatim to her. I tend not to be a worrier, but she is. REALLY is. It might help if someone not me also reassures her a bit.

You're very welcome. And hey, it's *surgery,* which deserves some worrying. At least from your mom, since it's her own parts which will be sliced and diced.

Pictures later

No, pictures NOW! Want see brunette Teppy!

The problem, Id Girl, is my lack of camera at work. But everyone here has made approving noises, so I'd say it's a good color.

So, um, I need someone to talk me out of making fabric postcard Valentines for the kids. I really love these: [link]

The problem, Id Girl, is my lack of camera at work.

Whatev. You need a new cell phone.