So, cuteness from kids today: one of my preschoolers asked me, "Miss Val, how do you spell elemenohpee?" It killed me.
So cute!
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So, cuteness from kids today: one of my preschoolers asked me, "Miss Val, how do you spell elemenohpee?" It killed me.
So cute!
Witnessed M dancing on the bar.
Unpossible.
Was glitter involved?
Witnessed M dancing on the bar.
Unpossible.
Was glitter involved?
Did people put dollar bills in his pants?
W00t! Houston, we have a draft! We have a 12-page DRAFT! Written TODAY! After two months of staring at a blank screen!
I wasn't sure I had this one in me.
W00t! Houston, we have a draft! We have a 12-page DRAFT! Written TODAY! After two months of staring at a blank screen!
Woo Hoo!
Slow deep breath in.
Slow deep breath out.
Where the heck is my Fernet?
Witnessed M dancing on the bar.
No shit?!?
Seriously.
Did people put dollar bills in his pants?
I put a dollar in his hoodie. Then he unzipped it (the hoodie). Then he threatened to give a strip-tease.
For all the shit he gives me about needing to be the center of attention, when the man decides to get paid attention to, he gets paid attention to.
I had to sit on the floor at one point, I was laughing so hard.
Anyone want to help me pick out clothing? I can't decide.
Anyone want to help me pick out clothing? I can't decide.
Clothing for what? And sure!
Eh, work, mostly. With one exception, as you'll see.
This outfit or this skirt or this skirt or these pants or these pants? Not very exciting, I know, but I'm a little tired of my 4-pairs-of-pants-rotation.