It snowed here last night. This morning it snowed heavier. Guess what? School was dismissed early. You know what that means? Yes, I came home early. It's still snowing, so I'm not sure about tomorrow.
Photo: I like my granddaughter's dollhouse doll because her hair reminds me of... my wild and crazy hair. Just last night it looked like that when I talked to long to my daughter and instead of drying it to smooth it. The window of opportunity was lost.
At my new school there may be a not no secret-secret organization of snow dancers. Not slow dancers-snow dancers. If they are tired and need a day off (and it has to be winter), it is rumored there is a dance. I did ask to see it, but the person just grinned. If you've ever worked at a school in a region where inclement weather can mean a day off, then, you know what I mean. We will stand on one foot and hop to town--whatever it takes to get out early. However, I didn't know about the snow dance.
Oh and the kids were so happy and wired.
The new job is tough and I want to do a good job and I'm not. That's all.
How's my writing going?
I've just about finished a story for kids--for a contest. It will go in the mail this week. And I started a fun story about a peculiar Romeo and Juliet theme. Ok it's bizarre, but it's a blast to write.
I have a weird imagination.
How is your imagination? On a weirdness scale of 1-5, five being over the top, how weird is your imagination?