Say it isn’t so.
But it is.
There was no Bachelor last night.
No stupid Juan Pablo.
Christy from Crayons and Whimsy told me she was consoling herself with Nineteen Kids and Counting re-runs.
I consoled myself with an eye doctor’s appointment (I am still blind as a bat, but thankful for contacts), dinner with my family at Islands which automatically means cheese fries, of course, and the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills Reunion Part 1.
(Note: It is too late to do anything about the way I look in a swimsuit. Jamaica is in less than a week. So bring on the cheese fries, is what I always say.)
But, sadly, there was no Bachelor.
Instead, in other news, my class won the Spring Fundraiser Something Or Other Lots Of Coupons Turned In We Sold A Lot I Think Not Really Sure Competition and guess what we get to KEEP in our class FOREVER and EVER and EVER?
Don’t be jealous.
Oops. Did I scare you?
Because that dang thing scares me every single time I see it out of the corner of my eye.
And it’s mine FOREVER and EVER.
That is, until it is accidentally kidnapped and/or run over with the biggest vacuum cleaner ever and we just couldn’t save it – the poor thing – our custodian feels so bad – don’t say anything to him or you’ll make him feel worse – we will just have to remember the good times with the Big Red Glaring Frog Dare I Say Ugly That Did Not At All Coordinate With My Soothing Blue And Green Themed Room.
Or I can have a giveaway for the first person who says they want it because they have a Frog Themed Room or a Red Room or a Scary Room.
No judgment here.
In other other news, we have SitSpots winners!!
My SitSpots have not moved a muscle. Not even a dinky little toe. And they have not gotten dirty, either, although I feel very relaxed about that possibility knowing that I can just throw them in the laundry. Although, since I know whose spot is whose, I will most likely send the dirty spot home with the offender and have their mother wash it for me.
Oh, I kid. I kid!
Tomorrow I am going to write a post all about how I have literally revolutionized my Center Organization.
Between the SitSpots and that, it is like I am a new woman.
A new woman, I said.
Okay, who wants the frog?
Or who has a clever way for me to accidentally lose it in a river?
Yes, I know that frog cost money. And yes, I know frogs are valuable. And yes, I know there could be a kid somewhere that needs to cuddle a frog. I know!
I just need to get that frog to that person or to that pond or to that eco system.
Yes, I do understand I should be happy.
I get that it’s a gift that keeps on giving every time it scares me.
I get that my class won a competition that I didn’t even know we were in or I would have rigged it.
I get it.
We’re clear now.