A buffed and kneaded Scrappy is a happy Scrappy.
I had two glasses of wine with dinner so my mellow is very mellow.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
A buffed and kneaded Scrappy is a happy Scrappy.
I had two glasses of wine with dinner so my mellow is very mellow.
I wish on all of you traffic-ridden my commute: only chances to get pissy are if I hit all 4 lights wrong and traffic on 39th is heavy enough I have to wait a light cycle upstream for a left. And the collegiate pedestrians plugged into their phones/ipods who step into traffic. All that doubles my commute. To 10 minutes.
I love my house. 78, humid (but dropping) and all.
Someday I'll get over the novelty of saying that.
I love sara's house too, because it's sara's!
Oh. Man. To add to the surreal of my life? In July, I have to go to cheer camp for a week. No. Really.
OH! and I got my cap and gown for graduation. Did I mention the surreal?
Hee. Guess it is the life of involved teachers for that. I do think it is so cool you chap'd prom and are doing cheer. The latter was so far out of my sphere it was a pyramid, but a coach like you? Awesome.
I wish you could see the place. My crappy pictures don't do justice. Next DC student thing (I forget the program.)
Close Up.
Yeah. I guess it is part of the job. It doesn't make it less weird.
Newp, it doesn't. But, bad as it is for me to admit, it's amusing to watch. And I love getting the opportunity to know your trials and tribs as a teacher. What can I say? I'm a daughter of teachers.
Which is where I note that one of the guys I work with/harangue most? Is now officemate with one of my dad's former grad students/guy who got the bonus when the company hired me for passing my resume along. Gonna be interesting, being me (unh, irreverent is the least of the terms used to describe my relationship with H) in front of a guy who first met me when I was FOUR and is a manager. I've had childhood meltdowns in front of this dude.
I've missed you, Kat.
I love little boys. And my parents. From my mom:
Discussion in backseat between J [bro]& D[neph] about a green bug turned into a discussion about whether it was a bug or a flying booger. K[my dad] asked if D was going to eat it and D said, "Who would want to eat ...a nice little green bug?" And then K asked, "Do you eat boogers?" and the response was, "Not somebody else's, that's gross!"