Seriously, another Monday? Cause you know what that means! Head on over to McKmama’s blog if you want to play. It is totally fun.
I did not work all day today and feel utterly exhausted. I did not want to lose my patience with 16 kindergarten-ers. I did not ask myself why I ever agreed to be a substitute. I did not question my decision to leave St. Joseph.
I did not laugh hysterically with Jennifer when I hear her screaming to "put that down right now Coco. Right now!" What does she have I ask? I (seriously) did not get it when she spells out C-O-C-K ring. I am seriously not slow to realize what Coco is playing with. I’m not thinking what’s a Coke ring and what’s the big deal? And then (after Jennifer spells C-O-C-K three more times) I did not almost DIE from laughing. I am not still laughing when I think about it. And just for the record, my friend insists that it’s never been used. I am not sure I believe her.
I am not 2nd guessing myself for blogging about cock rings. Heck, it is my blog, right?
I did not sit on my
behind butt and watch Indian Jones last night with Simon. First of all, that movie would not be appropriate for a 5 year old. Secondly, while I was watching, I was not ignoring Bennett. In fact, I was doing such a great job of watching the movie and Bennett that this did not happen:
That’s not a black eye. Nope, not at all.