A late entry in the “Get Myself on Santa’s Naughty List” effort. Or get myself cut out of my grandparents’ wills. Either/or.
I got my leather jacket almost a decade ago. It’s battered and worn and not the best-looking thing in the world now, but I still love wearing it.
Lost my voice over the weekend. It’s made teaching a challenge.
And then sometimes, a copy of it is found in a Victorian scrapbook.
Every teacher is a monarch, and the classroom their kingdom.
As I’ve probably mentioned before, I have no ass. It’s just back, then suddenly a crack that just flows straight to thighs, with no discernable difference between butt-al region and thigh.
Speed lines make everything more dynamic.
The Wife has lots of useful advice.
Valeri is notorious for taking long naps.