Called it!

Now I keep thinking about making those cookies. (Fortunately, I think we don't have enough peanut butter.)

Fortunately, I think we don't have enough peanut butter.

Those words don't make sense in that order.

No, I hear you. I'm wondering how many will still be available by Wednesday night if I have to make them Tuesday. That's an awful lot of temptation.

Fortunately, I think we don't have enough peanut butter.

Those words don't make sense in that order.

Sure they do, when you consider that the dog and I love peanut butter equally, so it goes fast around here. (Although I've discovered that the dog loves coconut oil more than peanut butter. We've started giving him a spoonful with his dinner, and he practically does the Snoopy dance when he sees me get the coconut oil jar out of the pantry.)

Fortunately, I think we don't have enough peanut butter.

Those words don't make sense in that order.

Sure they do, when you consider that the dog and I love peanut butter equally, so it goes fast around here.

It was the "fortunately" that made the sense be...not.

Otherwise, I get ya, thankfully not in an empathetic way because the grocery store included the 40oz jar of Jif on their $5 Friday promotion last week.

I was catching up with Charles P. Pierce's writings and one was about the Pope and his being quoted that dogs will be in heaven (I believe this turned out to be an error, but it's been spread around). Anyway, this is one of the few places where I feel safe reading the comments and one comment was, "… I must not fear death, and in order to not fear death, I have to expect that at least a dozen of my former dogs will run to me, tails wagging, tongues lolling out of their mouths, when I depart this life. And family too (hopefully w/o wagging tails or lolling tongues)."

sniff

A great many of my family would be much more pleasant company if they were dogs, though. For instance, my cousin's loud barking could be appeased with Snausages and chew toys and he couldn't say "Obama" anymore.

Exams finished! Now, waiting for the grades to come back from the scantron machines (probably tomorrow), then hand-grade the exams from students who had conflicts at the regular exam time, then figure out letter grades, then enter letter grades in the computer, then deal with emails from students who don't like their grades, then give exam to a student who was sick today and figure out his final grade, and then, finally, after all of that, I will be done.

Also you can shut them in the bathroom when you need a break.

Also you can shut them in the bathroom when you need a break.

I totally thought this was about Hil's students who don't like their grades for a moment. And I think any teacher would say, IF ONLY.

Better than what I do now, which is shutting myself in the bathroom for a break.