Hallelujer. It’s Friday!!!!! And it’s not raining. And I am not having a freak out session about presenting at a conference. And I am not waking up early tomorrow.
And it’s Five for Friday Time!!
I am DYING to tell you all about this, but it’s just a sneak peek. I am being mean today.
I will tell you all about it on Wednesday. And not one minute before. So don’t even try.
Just mark your calendars and we will talk on Wednesday. Be sure to check back.
And no, my carpet didn’t get the chicken pox, thanks for asking.
In all fairness, Murphie told me she wasn’t ready.
Then she asked me to delete the pic from my phone because she couldn’t believe her eyes were closed.
But I just cracked up. And now I’m showing you.
And, contrary to popular belief, that piece-of-whatever to the right of her is not poop. It’s not. It’s a piece of bark or other natural substance found in one’s backyard.
Really. I already checked.
I found this To Do List on a student’s whiteboard.
This girl is a force to be reckoned with. Just look at her list.
She is still working on a Thanksgiving book and hasn’t given up on it yet.
I gave up on a Pronouns lesson yesterday. And I was supposed to teach it yesterday.
And, are you as worried as I am about Flat Stanley?
What does she want to do to him?
My niece, Madison, tried out for cheerleading yesterday at her junior high. It’s for next year’s team. She has been working so hard all year and taken different classes and different one-on-one coaching, etc. It is her passion. A million girls tried out. And, if you didn’t know, 32 is a million when your niece is trying out for cheerleading in TEXAS and they only take 12 girls. In fact, 32 girls trying out for cheerleading in TEXAS might constitute FOUR MILLION.
We prayed and prayed. I prayed and prayed. I carried my cell phone everywhere today because that is professional. You never know when you might need to google something that a Smartie Pants Kid asks.
SHE MADE THE TEAM!
And I got a little carried away with my Emojis.
It’s a real thing.
The hubby sends me the Countdown to Jamaica everyday. Sometimes, twice a day.
Here’s the countdown for today.
You might also notice that at 5:07pm, I said I was leaving school in ten minutes and my sweet, supportive hubby told me to take my time.
So I did.
And I got home around 6:00. And now here we are.
Tacos and margaritas are coming right up, he said.
So I better get a move on and grate the cheese. That’s what I do. I’m the cheese grater. The grater of cheese.
Sometimes, he has to take over. It’s not my fault my arm gets tired. I’m just itty bitty, you know.
And PS no, we don’t buy the already grated kind of cheese because supposedly, freshly grated cheese tastes better. I have no idea because I have always grated the cheese.
What do you do???
Fresh or Already Grated?
Yes, that’s a real question.
Along with any Emoji Hazards you might want to tell me about.