I can't let an actual sleeping dog lie - I have to pet it or hug it or kiss it, which of course wakes the dog up.
Shit has been piling up in our basement room that is a catch all for the house and Summer Steph has been dealing with that. And by dealing with that, I mean that Summer Steph doesn't give a shit about de-cluttering the basement and putting things away because that B is lazy.
When the weather is as awful liquid hot magma hot and take your breath away humid like it's been this week, I feel like going back in time and round house kicking everyone who prayed for summer.
Have I mentioned that while I love things about each season, summer is my least favorite? I know, only the not-fun kids dislike summer. I'm okay with it.
If you post a photo of the temperature of your car, even if I love you more than life, I dislike you a lot as soon as I see that photo. It's fleeting, but the dislike is there.
Harry Potter references annoy me.
I've been eating ice cream more often than I've not been eating ice cream and you can tell.
I left my planner at work over last weekend because I didn't feel like lugging it on the plane with me. I felt like a part of me was missing and kept panicking a little on Sunday.
After watching Lost Boys for the zillionth time on Sunday night, I spent a solid 35 minutes thinking about how I'd deal with an influx of vampires in my life.
What do you have to share with the class today?
