Practically Scared of my own Shadow

I scare easily.  My whole family knows.  They used to follow me around and try to scare me all the time.  It was awful...I got all twitchy and stuff.  Anyway, they've stopped...at least for now.  But it turns out I don't even need my family to scare me.  I don't even need other people at all.  Turns out I just need my own goofy self.

So, here's what happened.  This morning I was going to run our little robot vacuum cleaner so it could do a mediocre job of vacuuming while I was gone.  I found a couple of kitten rattle ball toys on the floor, so I put them on the stool in the bathroom to keep them out of the way, and shut the door.  "Click" the vacuum started, and I left.

Well, eight hours or so later I got home.  I decided to do a little bit of way neglected laundry.  I got a bin, went into the bathroom to check for dirty towels, found one on the stool, picked it up, something rattled.  "A FREAKIN' RATTLESNAKE'S IN HERE!!!!" I thought.  I jumped. I shrieked.  I saw the two little rattle balls.  I felt silly.

Sigh...Halloween came a day early for this wimpy girl (who happens to have slightly cleaner floors now).

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First Day of School

I love how people look at things differently.  It was the first day of school for all of us.  Big guy, first day of college.  Little guy, first day of high school.  Me, first day of my same bat place, same bat time teaching gig that I love ever so much.  And if we're asked to say one thing about our first day of school?  Well...


Little guy:  "I ate something weird in the cafeteria."

Me:  "I had so much fun...I played with kiddos all day!"

Big guy:  "Having good teachers makes such a difference in how well you can learn."


OK, now who's the most grown-up amongst the three of us? 

I dig it!

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