I’m trying to figure out why I don’t feel like sitting down and writing a post this week. Perhaps it’s because I just finished a year (my 19th) of teaching writing, because I have been spending every evening the last two weeks compiling and editing a 100 page student publication, or because summer classes start today. At any rate, it sure is easier to yammer than type.
After running a cholesterol check on Paco’s blood, we had to change our choice for lunch.
To have given birth to the perfect comedic foil is one of life’s special joys.
That, and shoving His Nibs into the dishwasher hole when he ignores every last bit of the crap I fling his way.