The end of a dream:

Dreams are well --but waking's better.
~Emily Dickinson

She can write that, as I'm relatively certain Miss Dickinson never had to face a Weight Watchers coach.

Serves 30? Psh!

Dear Santa,

THIS is all I want for Christmas.

And to be locked in a closet with the bucket.

And a spoon.

I've been really, really, really good.

Love,
Steffielu
xoxo

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Today was 'Shadow Your Student Day' at our Junior High. On this day, parents were invited to attend a normal day of classes with their child. It was very informative.

For instance, I learned that I do not care to know how to solve this problem:

In 1957, the Soviet Union launched Sputnik 1, the first satellite to orbit the Earth. It circled Earth's orbit every 1.6 hours for 92 days, then burned up. If the satellite traveled m miles per hour, what algebraic expression shows the length of the orbit?

I also discovered having only 4 minutes in between classes is good training for Pamplona's Running of the Bulls.

And now I know a gum tree can grow outside of Australia. In fact, they have one growing right there on campus:

The gift that keeps on giving

Sir W and I just celebrated our 16th wedding anniversary. And what do you do for the husband who doesn't want anything? Duh! You make an appointment to donate blood silly.

For reasons I will never comprehend, the Sir just loves to donate blood. No, I mean he loooooooooooves to donate blood. The man hangs out at United Blood Services to get his thrill. He says it's more fun than Disneyland, and that's the gosh honest truth.

After his last visit, I called to see how his day at 'the amusement park' went. His somber response:

A life (pause for dramatic effect) was saved.

So when it came time to think up some special way to show him how much I loved him, I knew exactly what I had to do.




As I reclined in a frrr-eeeeezing room, woozy from the warmth of my own blood running through the tube taped to my arm, I snapped that picture with my phone and sent it with a text: Just how attractive does this make me now?

A millisecond later came the reply:

Very.

Wabbit Twouble

I love back to school. I loathe back to school shopping. The reason? It would be easier to locate The Ark of the Covenant than to find an outfit my daughter and I agree on.

As is our pattern, school shopping this year was alternately excruciating, exasperating and exhausting.

I'll admit, now that she's older it's nice to turn her loose in a store and meet up 25 minutes later to compare our findings. However, that is generally when the trouble begins. She 'yuck's everything I choose and I 'no way' everything she suggests and then we leave the store having purchased something like one pair of socks.

This year, she was particularly drawn to t-shirts with pictures on them. She modeled tops with frogs, pandas, monkeys, owls, and several dozen other rain forest creatures before she held up one she loved with a rabbit on the front.

This rabbit.

Do you see our problem?