Last week is a blur. The kids went back to school Tuesday after a four day weekend, had Wednesday and Thursday off for (mostly bogus) snow days, and then a half day of school Friday with Mr. T home sick and me helping out in BigHugs’ class from 9:20-1.* What was I supposed to do with that? Well, I’ll tell you what I did: mostly nothing.
(*Since this was a special kindergarteners stay for lunch half day, it was my special treat to watch the class in the lunch room. Do you have any idea how hard it is to witness 23 random 5 year olds eating 23 random lunches, including the ice-cream scoop formed mass of spaghetti and canned peaches swimming in their own syrup on their hot lunch plates? There should be some kind of medal for that. Seriously. *SHUD*DER*)
So here we are on the eve of March—March??—and I’m trying to figure out what I’m supposed to be doing with myself, especially with Goose now home sick today.
Chuck’s birthday was yesterday. Poor Chuck. The highlight of his day was probably the Pillow Pet frog the girls insisted on getting him. Also among his gifts, socks and chocolate bars. Best wife ever. However, I did make him the dinner he requested and baked him a cake that I don’t even enjoy myself, so if that doesn’t say love, I don’t know what does.
Today is my sister’s birthday–Happy birthday Foo4luv! I hope your day is filled with wonderful delights. I’m sure your husband will be baking you a cake that you enjoy (or some other equally delectable dessert).
Also today is Chuck’s sister’s birthday. I’m not one for the mailing of the birthday cards much, and have resorted to the laziness of writing on the in-laws’ FB walls for my birthday greetings. I know, it’s pretty pathetic, but I think we’ve all kind of reached this mutual agreement of patheticness, so I don’t feel too badly about it. Unfortunately, Chuck’s sister defriended Chuck and I last month for some inexplicable reason. Well, there’s maybe a vaguely explicable reason that we can imagine, but it’s stupid, so whatever. But anyway, not only were we defriended, but also blocked, so we are dead to her on FB (or she is dead to us?), so now I’m wondering how I’m supposed to go about conveying my heartfelt birthday well-wishes. Do I send an e-mail? A text? Forget the whole thing because we are dead to her now anyway?? What is the proper birthday etiquette when one is defriended by one’s relative on the FB? Someone should write a book about these things.
Oh, I almost forgot! The winners of the 1st Annual Fresh Step Street Name Challenge are:
1st runner up: Squoosh! aka Janelle—I felt like she was the first one to really take me seriously on this. No offense to the rest of you slackers. And I thoroughly enjoyed the daydream she inspired where I’m featured in a Step Up movie. Thank you for that, Janelle. She was narrowly beat out by…
Fun Size! aka Boquinha—I think it was the “Dayum!” and “da tropical bomb” that won me over. Plus she seemed to have the popular vote as well.
Look for your fabulous surprise prizes in the near or distant future. I promise to get them to you before I have another pre-Hawaii vacation shoe crisis.