I less than 3 you.

This about sums it up...

You complete me, Mini-me.

Today made me smile.

I had make up and hair do-age in full effect, Mama-O in the hizzle, makes for a smiley JFTB fo shizzle!

Even if my students act like total poo-poos this week, I can already call it a good week. Fuzzy Friday can't get here fast enough. It'll be Fuzzy Friday... extra fuzzy, just like old times.

Me Gusta.

There is much happiness in the land, and it smells like fish... sort of.

Last night, I got to spend some time with my BFF-FF-FFF (aka The General). I got to sous chef some delightful ligurian fish stew, and plan for an all out jihad on bad writing. Ok, bad writing may be stretching it, and if heard from the ears of my students (or their parentals for that matter...) would cause many to be in therapy for years to come. The heart of the matter is, this is a rough year for me as a writer and a teacher of all things writing. I have a group this year of some struggling writers, who have ear muffed all my pleas of syntax, and my incessant calls to arm themselves with the plumes of writing awesomeness.

This week though, it fiddin' to go down. There will be a trifecta of teachage happening. It's gonna rock.

Right now, I am feeling a little like Linus with a "fresh out of the dryer" blankie. ````and `that my friends, it happiness... (kind of like all the ACCE!NT!S and other weird typing THAT is the result of your keyboard being hi-jacked by a 1 year old.... He's a blogger in training.)

You suck at writing

Yep. I do. No blog since the New Year. Ugh... This one is uber forced, as I don't feel like writing at all right now (gasp!) My baby turned one though 4 days ago. I still can't capture it all in words, but I am remembering even through the insane tired new Mommy fog, the sense of absolute euphoric insane love I felt (and still feel) for my little man. It warms me up and coasts me through moments like this, when I really just want to hide under the covers and pretend that my dreams are real life.