Thank you that the sun is shining. However, if I could be picky for a moment--could you please spare us on the wind? Because of that dreaded wind, I decided to sit on my rump after school instead of take a walk, because, duhh...my hair is flying all over the place. You know how much I loathe the wind.
Thank you for your cute little machines, strewn across the country in various convenient stores. I was able to get an immediate 'fix' after school when it was needed most, all while, conveniently pumping my gas.
A red-tongued pregnant chick.
Dear School District,
Thank you for conveniently blocking blogger as of today. You consider it a "social networking" site now, which is oh so wonderful. But, let me explain something. You have gone and messed up my day. I cannot even approve comments now on my lunch break. Not only that, I cannot even update my *ART BLOG* that I keep for SCHOOL. Lame. Lame. Lame.
23-teaching-days till maternity leave...
Dear Kong (as in, the dog toy),
Thank you for being such a great toy--but, WHERE the HECK are you?! We have lost you. Mac misses you. I MISS YOU. You caused all of my days of coming home to a pee or poop filled crate to cease (because you distracted an already-anxiety-ridden pup). But, when you decided to disappear into the great beyond of our home, all those ugly days came flooding back.
Please, oh PLEASE mr. kong--just show the heck up! We need you. I need you. Mac needs you.
An- "I'm ready to give him away if you don't show your face"-Me.
Thank you for being a great shelter. Could you clean yourself, now, please?
Thank you for doing a beautiful thing by growing another human.
I now understand why women waddle.