And there I was, apologizing to her teacher, who'd just said "Iris was crying because she didn't have her valentines to give to everyone" (we'd started making some, but burned them up on family and neighbor-friends.... and somehow, I thought it was optional.) NOOOO. Teacher concluded with "we can have another valentine's day whenever you're ready."
This was Annabel's third daycare Valentine's Day, but the first where her class had a celebration. Before I saw your post I was annoyed that her teacher didn't say anything about it till Monday, because if I'd known the weekend before, I wouldn't have had to go out of my way to get cards. But at least I had warning, and Annabel seemed to enjoy it. I'll be glad when that treat bag is finally empty, though...
I'd somehow blocked the memories of my own childhood V-Days, where we were required to bring cards for every member of the class, but you still knew you were a loser if your bag only contained the tiny cards that come in boxes of 25. Popular kids gave each other big, personalized cards and gave the tiny ones to the peons.
I don't have any childhood nostalgia of your soft drinks (natch), but it's so very easy for me to slot in brand names of my own, and it's the same.
I think we still do use the bottles for many of the flavours I remember wistfully. But these days I'm all and only about the Ting, despite the power punch of sugar that it packs.
I had edamame for breakfast. For lunch, I brought leftover leftover linguine with pine nuts, asparagus, peas, tomato, onion, baconbaconbacon, and tons of garlic. Nom nom nom. Now I am feasting upon grapes.
Rampart was the name of the fiction hospital in E!
From the New York Post on New York primary vote counts:
February 20, 2008 -- Mayor Bloomberg charged yesterday that "fraud" was behind the unofficial results in the New York Democratic presidential primary that produced zero votes for Barack Obama in some districts.
"If you want to call it significant undercounting, I guess that's a euphemism for fraud," said the mayor.
Unofficial tallies on election night gave Obama no votes in 78 out of more than 6,000 election districts.
Came back from getting lunch to discover that the circuit my computer is on had gone out. Discovered this after a couple frantic minutes of "WHY WON'T MY COMPUTER TURN ON?"
I am now on the lookout for black cats and cracked mirrors.
lisah, it is snowing at your house.
Meeting in an hour. Don't want.
All of our printers are broken, apparently. I keep trying to tell people, this is the future, so we don't need paper, but no one believes me.
Happy Birthday, Jon!
I have a how-do-you-do-it type of question.
It's been rainy, so I'm wearing my Goretex jacket to work with my usual 2 bag-lady canvas bags of stuff I'm hauling back and forth across the Bay plus my purse. The Goretex is slippery. I don't have enough shoulder to hold things onto it.
If you grab a ruler and measure your shoulder from neck-bend to end of shoulder, how long is it? Mine (right one) is 5 inches long. I suspect that's really short/narrow.
