It’s that time of year. The students are back. My life has plummeted down the tubes.
I said to Aimee the other day that sometimes I felt taken for granted. I don’t know why. I’m pretty burned out. But that’s not it entirely. I don’t know anymore.
Maybe it’s why I can’t sleep.
Gotta go to work in the morning.
It’s freakin’ God’s country
You got rid of the Comic Sans. We sticklers appreciate that.
You’ve gotta be kidding me.
I can haz pickchure?
I got the email posting working this time.
Today is the day my son turns one. He walks, he giggles, he plays, he fights, cries and throws tantrums.
He loves the bath. He hates getting his hair washed.
He loves bananas, sweet potatoes and especially avacado. Not so fond of applesauce yet.
He loves music, dancing and singing. He’s got a weird thing for Beach Boys type surf rock. He’s good with Tom Petty and Barenaked Ladies. He also appreciates Daddy’s singing.
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