Kids Say the Darndest Things

The saga continues.

About two weeks ago, I sent out special notices to all the kids who owed stuff: library books, sports uniforms, money to the cafeteria. They were distinctively printed on "goldenrod" paper, goldenrod being one of those words that is never, ever used outside of a school setting. (The notices were orange.)

I just had a girl come up to me, waving her notice, saying "I returned this!" I looked at it and checked things out; yes, indeed, she returned a library book last week. She got the notice two weeks ago. Did she think that somehow the notice would evaporate once the book was returned? Or that because she still had the notice, the return of the book would not register? Sheesh.

It was a weekend with mixed results, if I can call them that. Sunday morning started off with a cranky K, because I was in the shower when she woke up. How did I know when she was going to wake up? She said she always wakes up around the same time on weekends. Really? That's news to me, you know why? Because I don't care! Why would I need to notice what time everyone else wakes up?

We were having lunch yesterday with the Sibs and Wonderful Niece, but of course, everybody's various ailments got in the way, and finally we decided to pick up R, eat in our area, and then bring her home. The Sibs was opposed to that (as if she was even involved in that part of the process) because she said it was too much driving for us. Anyway, we did it; K picked her up and I brought her home, and we each got to spend some delightful time with her, so I was happy about that. The lunch itself was not stressful, and we were all settled by then, but my stomach was starting to go Crohnish, as it is today. I'm guessing that I've been eating some things I shouldn't. I'm not in major pain or anything, but some pain, and a lot of rushing around, if you get my drift.

Hold on. There's a crowd of kids standing around another kid seated at a computer. I must investigate.

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According to my sneaky spy software, they're working on a group project. Imagine that. Crowds generally = illegal game playing.

Okay, so I had a most enjoyable ride with R,taking her home, talking about her sweetie and his family and various other items. Her knee is very, very painful (she slipped on a wet sidewalk grate last week, had it x-rayed Friday night, no breaks), so I hope her day at work is going well.

As for me, I'm sitting at my desk, Crohnish, wanting nothing more than to go to lunch and wondering if I will feel too nauseous to eat. I'm waiting for a call back from the audiologist's office. You know, I love them there, but I'll bet they're going to start running out of patience with me. I'm guessing that because I'm starting to run out of patience with them. (Thee manufacturer, btw, did indeed put new workings inside my hearing aid shells -- but they don't work -- and extended my warranty for repairs for another year.)

We never did get to go food shopping over the weekend, so we'll have to go tonight. All I can say is that kid better not be cranky. She didn't get called to sub today, so she's home, either churning out more resumes to send, or playing Guitar Hero all day.

Can't get my hands warm today. I hate that. In the old days, I'd just turn on the hot water and hold my hands there for a few minutes, but our brandy new library is the only library in America without a sink in it, 65 year old books notwithstanding. Ick. Anyway, we do have hand gel EVERYWHERE for flu prevention, but I've had some on my desk every since we moved here. So I can get clean, but it doesn't help me get warm.

Five minutes to lunch. 4:59. 4:58. 4:57 ....




watching THE GOLDEN GIRLS :: ENTRY #2060
READING: American Lion: Andrew Jackson by Jon Meacham