That’s right. Two for Tuesday!
No, this is not a new series.
No, I can’t keep this up.
No, it has nothing to do with reality TV.
But it does have to do with me and the random parts of my life.
Truthfully, what’s really happening is that I forgot to take a picture of something in my classroom that I wanted to blog about so I am making this whole post up. Normally I would have said oh well, no blogging tonight . . . but I can’t blog tomorrow because our small group is coming over for a potluck dinner so that we can discuss our next study. And by small group, I mean we are going to have between 22 and 24 people here including kids. And by potluck, I mean we (the hubby and I) decided to have tacos and pretty much told everyone else to bring chips and salsa and guacamole.
And I didn’t want to wait until Thursday to blog. That’s a long way away!
So I have Two Things I want to tell you about Today on Tuesday.
And the potluck and forgetting to take a picture are not my two things, thanks for asking.
We are accidentally fostering a dog.
Yep. It is an accident. I still don’t know how it happened.
No. We are not keeping her.
She is an Australian Shepherd. Her name is Bailey, she’s almost two years old, she’s housebroken, she’s crate trained, she knows basic commands, and why would anyone want to give her up?
Well, I’ll tell you why.
The owner was preggers and already had a six or seventh month old baby and decided she couldn’t do it all.
I am not going to get on my soap box and say one darn thing about how I feel about this.
But I will say this.
I feel bad for this dog. I do. And my hubby is the biggest softie ever when it comes to animals, and he would foster every single stray if I let him. But I’m basically a broken record and say no, we can’t take that dog in. No, we can’t take that cat in. No, we can’t take that person’s iguana, I’m scared to death of it, just look at it, I’m freaking out, GET IT AWAY FROM ME I SAID.
I don’t know what made me say yes this time, but I did.
Now I feel bad for the foster dog AND Murphie. Bailey isn’t so nice to Murphie and if you didn’t know, Murphie is pretty much a princess around these here parts and much too dignified to respond to Bailey’s rants with anything but her nose in the air and a fine-how-do-you-do.
We are on the hunt for a forever home for this Bailey girl and we have about three people interested so hopefully this little adventure will be short-lived.
And no, we cannot take your pet snake, we are just so sorry.
I know I’ve told you about Sheaffer before, but I’m here to tell you again. She is Shay’s best friend. Shay is the sister of Sean, the bachelor who married Catherine. By the way, I think Catherine should spell her name with an S so we can keep this S theme going.
And don’t get me started on Sheaffer’s name. That’s her first name. Talk about name envy. How cool is her name?!
Well, I love her blog Pinterest Told Me To. Not to mention, I love her because she absolutely cracks me up.
Before I left for my trip, I emailed her about wearing her must have wedges (which I bought because she told me to) with a pair of shorts I bought, and not only did she email me back, she emailed me back when it was about midnight her time (she lives near my twin and my twin met her at the mall – I told you this story already) AND SHE SAID SHE WOULD CHECK OUT MY BED.
Yep. She meant my blog, but she was really tired and said she’d check out my BED. Which really made me nervous because I wasn’t sure if I’d changed the sheets or even made it that day.
Well . . . besides all that, Sheaffer got me to wear leggings. You know how I love my leggings.
And now . . . she has me wearing maxi skirts and dresses.
Even though I’m short.
Because she posted a whole segment on YOUR GUIDE TO LOOKING TALL AND SKINNY.
I said sign me up, where is the guide, I need a highlighter, excuse me, can I get an autographed copy?
Here it is:
Let’s be clear . . . I didn’t wear wedges to school because . . . well, I teach.
I teach first grade.
If I could wear slippers I would. There’s no way I’m wearing wedges unless we’re doing something absolutely amazing and parents are there and I’m not teaching. And that only happens once a year at our school auction and we’re not even having it this year so no wedges at school.
No, you cannot convince me.
Stop, I said.
But I DID WEAR A MAXI DRESS AND A JEAN JACKET.
And I told everyone about THE GUIDE TO LOOKING TALL AND SKINNY and then I made everyone say I looked tall and skinny.
Today I was TALL AND SKINNY, PEOPLE!
I was THE TALL AND SKINNY TEACHER!
(Even though, in reality, I was short and chubby due to all that I ate in Jamaica but just pretend with me. Everyone at school went along with it. You can, too.)