My dating life has become one big game of emoji-wooing.
“Half cat, half fish.”– kid, when asked if he knows what a catfish is.
Me: “Read the title of this poem. What do you think it’s about?”
Kid: “A lion.”
That moment when your school holds a rally to protest how teachers are treated, and not only are teachers not invited or told about it, they cannot attend because they are teaching a test-prep session.
The only reason I received an email about it is because it was forwarded from a school parent. DURING the protest. While I was teaching test prep.
Hey remember when Bill Clinton had a dirty affair with his very young intern, and we still consider him the COOLEST?
Just something to think about as we rip Hillary to shreds. Maybe we can forgive the mistake and let it go?
Because it’s a sad, weird day in America when using a personal email account is more threatening to your presidency than a cigar up the hoo-ha.
Kid (resisting doing her work, as usual): “My dad said my grades aren’t even really important. All I need in life is my personality.”
Dad is absolutely correct.
Well, not your personality.
A winning personality.
…with the photo Steph sent of our baby nephew’s new hobby.
What is the answer?! I’m serious. I don’t know what to tell the kids.
Ladies and gentleman, my future husband.
