I'm jealous of the kids I teach.
Their biggest worries are things like Susie wanting to play with somebody different today or Nathaniel throwing bark.
They don't have to worry about next year or next month or even next week.
It totally makes their day when the garbage truck comes during recess, because then they can watch him pick up the dumpster and empty it, and that's just the coolest thing ever . . . Disney World isn't even that exciting.
Yeah, I want to be five again. This being an adult stuff is a pile of crap.
I want to whack all of my hair off . . . like, entirely.
I need pictures of very short curly hair styles that are relatively low maintenance.
Gentlewomen (and gentlemen, too), start your search engines.
I'm sending cutesy kiddy Pink-And-Red-Heart-Day cards this year.
Would anybody who isn't on my normal mailing list like one? If so, either comment with a snail mail address or email it to email@example.com
I'll be screening comments if you want to do it that way.
I haven't posted in a while . . . and I feel like I should post tonight, but I don't really want to.
So this is just to let you all know I'm alive.
Perhaps I'll feel chattier later.
Another tropical depression in the Carribean, headed to the Gulf.