
It’s the last week of school! And I think I may die before Friday.

It’s the last week of school! And I think I may die before Friday.

Yesterday was graduation day for my school.

It is so easy to start off watching a video on YouTube and then find yourself, hours later, watching something about the financial crisis in Outer Mongolian Yak Dairy Farms or whatever.

Union-sanctioned smitin’ time includes a 15-minute break every four hours.

Like if you switched bodies with your spouse this isn’t the first thing you’d do, too.

We’ve finished up our standardized tests, done our final projects, and the students have turned in their computers. Not much left to do other than pop in a history movie and ride out the last week.

The cat just does not understand at all.

I hate shading. And it probably doesn’t help that I am not, in fact, very good at it.

It’s an age-old question: what’s worse, having to do laundry or having to buy new clothes to put off doing laundry a few more days? Somehow, buying new clothes is the lazier of the two options.