I need to update more often, and not just say I'll update but ACTUALLY do it. I have no adoring fans waiting with baited breath for my next post. I have no grade that would be comprimised by my dilatory writing. It's just little 'ol me and I'm terrible at keeping up with things on my own.
It would figure that right when my knitting fervor peaked, the capricious Texan "winter" decided to blunt my creative juices. It's a disease, really. I fritter every evening away on ravelry.com (Sigh, I love that site.) much to Ben's chagrin. My writer's bump, the abnormally large callous I used to brandish like a mark of honor, is slowly ebbing while the pads of my fingers are turning tougher as they are subjected to hundreds of stabs from bamboo knitting needles every night.
Monday night, at 7pm, a woman was mugged in the Whole Foods parking lot next to our office. The mugger stole a $90,000 ring off her finger. I can't even imagine having that much money to spend on jewerly. Insanity.
Speaking of Whole Foods, I tripped over my feet four times as I perused the aisles looking for lunch. I think my shoes are too big. Update: A wad of Kleenex can cure any sizing problem.
I think I am going to start keeping a journal of all the hilarious things our students write and/or say. Today's chuckle came from an essay that a 5th grader wrote explaining why he wanted to be a park ranger when he grew up: "I would like to save animals from humans, and sometimes save humans from animals.
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