We got our morning recess AND our lunch recess. And then it was determined that the blacktop was too hot for our afternoon recess. The blacktop that is actually more of a light gray. But, hey? Who am I to argue? Or complain? Or whine? Or gripe?
I might have growled, but it was just a natural instinct, and not on purpose or thought out in any way.
So, I had some comments about the printing on my whiteboard.
One of the first comments was from my BBFF, Hadar. She wanted to know how I could write that high.
I’ll just go on record and say that the whiteboard doesn’t go to the ceiling.
And I stand on my tiptoes.
Then I got several comments and a couple of emails about my printing. That it was neat. And could be a font.
I can’t stand my printing on the whiteboard. Mainly because it slants one way or the other . . . and I need to have the perfect marker. And if I’m in front of the kids, it’s super sloppy. I wrote “Take One” for P.I.N. at least ninety three times before I was okay with it.
I DO like my printing when it’s on paper. And if I have the right pen. And if I’m in a good mood. And if the stars align. And if I have ice cream nearby.
Close up Evidence
I don’t know. It’s okay. Sometimes I’ve been accused of writing too small. Tiny, if you will.
Well, if that’s not weird, then I don’t know what is (well, maybe it was weird when I had last name envy of a pastor at our church this weekend whose last name was Boss, and instead of concentrating on the message, I thought about what it would be like to be called Mrs. Boss. I still want to be married to my husband. I just wish this pastor was my husband’s father so we could be the Boss family, and my kids would call me Mrs. Boss. I might have spent a weird amount of time thinking about it, is all I’m saying).
I think my printing slants too much. I try not to slant in front of the kids. In person, and in my printing.
So . . . that’s all.
I was just wondering about printing. Do you like your printing?
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