Mah dawgs ahr tarred.

I could never make it in a job where I had to stand all day long. Today we had a very well-known author of children's books spend the day at our school. It was huge success--lots of "good job! she was great!" even from the teachers of the big kids that hate everything (the kids, not the teachers). I can happily say that the rest of the school year will be cake for me. A nice, big, yummy piece of chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and none of those nasty big frosting flowers.

I took the author to lunch, and invited two of my volunteer moms to come along. One of them because I love her (not like that, you sillies) and the other one because I knew she would carry the conversation the whole time (not my strong point--I'm excellent at the "uh huh" and the "oh really" but not actually chit chat). We all got salads (we're such females) and half way through the author sneezed a big one and spewed salad bits all over one of the moms. It was hilarious beyond belief. She had been trying really hard not to sneeze because her back was hurting and she knew if she sneezed it would hurt even more, but the sneeze just took over and bam. Poor AG had little bits of salad all over her hair-- and the author tried so hard to get it all out for her. I thought I was going to spew just looking at her. We all thought it was funny, so no harm done. And what a great story to tell her kids.

Today we got the news about who our new principal was going to be next year--and I'm happy with the choice. I've heard really good things about him from several people elsewhere. And I know this is so sexist, but I'm so glad we didn't get a female principal. They always seem to have something to prove or you don't know where you stand with them from day to day.

I'm doing something really scary on Thursday. I'm taking 16 sixth graders for an hour to teach them to play Scr-a-bble. Be afraid. Be very afraid.