Me: “Can you tell I got my haircut?”
Boyfriend: “Take your shirt off, let me see.”
Actual response, said totally on instinct and seriously. I’m glad he’s still so eager to get me out of my shirt.
Look who’s contributing a Friday 5!!
Turned in a six-page paper this morning….pretty certain it’s an “A”
Celebrated with two Six Point Resins for lunch with a friend.
Got home in time for a quickie.
Watched a classic episode of Sex and the City.
Headed to work in 10…..
Share This With All the Schools, Please
Every Friday afternoon Chase’s teacher asks her students to take out a piece of paper and write down the names of four children with whom they’d like to sit the following week. The children know that these requests may or may not be honored.
I love everything about this.
Pretty sure there’s only one place where orange legwarmers are acceptable attire. Luckily, that’s where I’m going.
When you walk into Wawa as Whitney Houston’s “How Will I Know” is playing and can’t help dancing and lip-syncing your way through getting your coffee.
The Sweetest Thing
When I climb I to bed at night and he lets me warm up my icy cold hands and feet on his warm body, instead of being like, “bitch, back up off me with your frozen appendages!”
If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.
Hey guys. ..Lady Gaga is in my math book. Weird. Yes, I’m learning basic math, fuck you.
Wouldn’t it be something if I became GOOD at math? And then who would be better to teach math but ME? And then maybe I will actually get a job after I graduate, because no one wants to teach math. The majority in all of my classes are elementary students with a focus on language arts.
Which has me thinking CRAZY thoughts like switching to a middle school preparation program. Teaching math.
*bangs head against wall*
How about if I just see how I handle Math 201, for now, eh?
GPOYW. I can’t let him shovel the whole driveway by himself…..I guess…
Ahh, the joys of Family Court
I’ve avoided it for several years, but alas it’s unfortunately time to get reacquainted.
$90 fucking dollars just to (hopefully) have a judge order my ex to behave like an adult and stop being an asshole.
This process should be loads of fun.
Mugshot icky Monday, back to school edition.
I’m not even mad about being back to school. It’s the impending math class I’ve been avoiding that I start today which has my brow all furrowed.
Math has never been my friend. My goal is to conquer my math phobia this semester. I will win at math if it kills me!