Arthur turns 2 in a week or so, and frozen blueberries ("boodiddies" which manages to sound both dirty and racist) are among his favorite thingsThis sentence filled me with delight, as did the description of Matilda moving into her dorm. As a teacher, my year has always started in August/September, and I think it is going to be an extremely weird transition when I retire and that's no longer the case. I'm starting year 29 teaching, but since we didn't get our mortgage until 7.5 years ago and I won't have health care until I'm 65, I'm looking at another 15 years before retirement is an option. C'est la vie.
I'm in CT for a family wedding, and I've been sleeping in my childhood bedroom, which does not have AC. Other than that, it's been a lovely visit. I fly back Sunday and school starts Monday, so new beginnings all around.
jump to the part where the mammogram is over, Tim's cancer is gone, my hip doesn't hurt anymore, the Zepbound worked, and the democrats control all 3 branches of government and are actually getting shit done.Tep, I want this for you — and all of us — too. I'm glad your mammogram experience wasn't too bad.