Cracks me up that T and her dad just stood on their balcony and yelled "Happy Valentines Day!" to me. While I'm inside. I waved back to them.

But it makes me feel relevant and valued.

sumi! I just realized why the name of the town was familiar! thank god you're alright! holy crap!

I was trying to figure out the number that bon bon posted. I thought it was still an 80s thing and I was thinking, "NO! It should be eight six seven five three oh nine."

Also, SUMI. I'm glad you're okay. The whole shooter thing terrifies me.

In other news. Happy Valetines to me. I'm sitting on the couch in flannel jammies with a baby crabbing in his bassinet eating slightly cold gemelli and reading the internets.

I've just given notice on the house in which we live, though we haven't signed a lease on a new place yet. We didn't get the goat place. AND one of the schools at which I work is probably going to become an independent charter which means I will lose half my job since a charter won't have $$ to keep me and the district won't pay for me to be at an independent charter.

I still haven't figure out bon's numbers. My thoughts aligned with Kat's. t /totally clueless

Shit. I have to be in by 9. Should to bed go.

Shit, Kat. Wishing you the best house stuff and job stuff. No drama!

Shit is my favorite word. Which is appropriate, as it ostensibly was my first. Thanks dad!

sara = potty mouth. That's all I'm saying.

I'm remarkably unstressed. There is a house we will probably move into. It's out there, I swear. And I think it's near a Target. And maybe yummy food. And definitely closer to Grace.

The job stuff? It would be okay for me to go back into the classroom. Seriously. I miss kids, which teaching three 6-period days in a row has shown me. I think I'm going to start applying to elementary schools near where Grace is.

I am also going to try to plan a small 1st birthday party for the twins. They feel pretty fucking miraculous to me and the fact that they survived a year amazes me. I have to ask the folks at Grace's place if we can use the family room for a small birthday party. It feels weird to ask. I know there are a whole bunch of chinese traditions, I just don't know what they are. Something with eggs. And red envelopes.

But it makes me feel relevant and valued.

Of course you are both of those things.

I'm remarkably unstressed.

Well, that's good. I can't believe the babies are almost one!

Jesse, yep. Next month. What's the dream job?

And I'm seconding, sara, that OF COURSE you are relevant and valued.

Also, paging Jilli: Did you see the Goth Lolita Bible with patterns!

What's the dream job?

This is not The Dream Job, but it could be cool and would definitely be a stretch, so. Weirdly, all of the senior management seems to be white men, and I've never worked in that kind of setting!