You are not supposed to blog when you are angry; okay, I’m not angry. I am just a frustrated blob hitting her head on a brick wall. I have spoken about this artifact in East Noble scheduling before – first in general, then when the high school only delayed 30 minutes on Wednesday so teachers could discuss students and whatever and the middle school didn’t, and again when both schools had the delay.
I HAVE MY OPINION ABOUT THIS DELAY.
Today was Wednesday but I forgot and then readjusted and then Summer tells me, “Oh, there is no 30 minute delay because we get Friday off.”
Before I got to the part about thumping my head on a brick wall, I hauled off and kicked something on the kitchen floor and SAID A FEW THINGS.
Then, after dropping the kids off – probably late – at school, I took Sydney to the fairgrounds and entered my psychic world where I lurk on hands and knees on the flat roof of the porch at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse, peering over at the ground below, waiting for some offender to walk by. I then pounce on him/her like a commando – or rabid, flying squirrel.
Maybe some nincompoop . . . ooooooh, getting really close to the edge here . . . felt themselves psychically flattened this morning. Makes me want to do it again. War cry and all.
Well maamdcaia nuts, how about that.
Wow, that’s a really clever way of thinking about it!