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So, it’s 9:30.  I’ve got a whiny son with a temperature and a whiny husband with a cough.  My house is beyond looking like vagrants live in it.   (I’m not being cute here people.)  And, I have a stack of papers to grade up to my knee.  (Still not being cute.)

Worst thing: I’m annoying myself terribly.  (And, I don’t know how to use punctuation!!!)

Even though I have hours of work ahead of me, I keep insisting on putting cute little stickers on each of my student’s papers.  If that’s not bad enough, I make sure to select each sticker based not only on the grade of the paper but also on the personality of its owner.    You know, David gets the “Cool” boy sticker because he made an “A” and because he’s always trying to impress people.  Jazmin gets the “OK!” girl because I know she won’t take “OK” the wrong way.  I mean, she did a great job.  Nick only gets a little star because while he made an “A” it was a low “A” and he could’ve done better.  She likes lions, he likes baseball.

I’m. a. freak.

And since all of the stickers are of the Dollar Store variety, they take some time to pull gently off the backing without tearing off a boy’s soccer kick or a butterfly’s wing.  (And, as if I hadn’t written a post a couple of nights ago about gender bias, ah!, here I am in all my sticker glory.  Biasing.  Biasing.  Biasing.  It’s sick.)

And, every time I look up from my papers I shudder at the poor, trashed-up facsimile of a home we live in.   I’m just glad that Social Services isn’t popping in.  Never mind the neighbors.

My butt hurts from sitting in the same place too long (I think I’ve written about that as well…) and my brain is simply fried.

Plus, I don’t have enough wine.

(If you’re wondering why I’m drinking wine on such a meager budget, I’ll give you two reasons:  1.)  I’ve investigated all of the good wines under $4 that you can purchase in Henderson County 2.) I can’t live without it.)

(No, there really are good wines under $4.  Tisdale, Oak Leaf, and Winking Owl to name a few.)

Anyhow, my husband reminded me that I have a bottle and that should be enough.

Hmpfh.

We’ll see.

Until the next time I decide to get on here and write rather than do what I’m really supposed to be doing.

Yes, until then,

Emily

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