In memory of Pop, today is the day "everyone steps out."
(Think about it...you'll get it.)
Pop was a clever man with word play. I'm sure he is up in heaven right now "punishing the fizzle."
A decade (plus) has passed since my parents came to live with me and my husband and our three sons. Sometimes I laugh, or cry or pull my hair out, but it has not been boring. Even the most mundane days are enlivened by unprompted remarks and unintentional antics of my parents that I lovingly refer to as Elder Folktales.
Friday, March 4, 2016
Wednesday, March 2, 2016
Just call me Gru
I went back to school a few days ago after an extended absence of five days. The students were very excited to see me. (but not excited enough to give their naughtiness a break) The day began in a typical way and I was still feeling pretty low. One little girl asked, "Mrs. Matthews, do you need a hug?" I replied, "I always need a hug." She wove her way through the desks to the front of the room and gave me a nice hug. When I looked behind her, almost the entire class had gotten in line behind her to get a hug.
I felt a little like Gru and the minions.
I felt a little like Gru and the minions.
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