Ok, I avoided looking until now. Why, you ask? Because I want to write the perfect post, of course. You know. The side-splitting, laughter inducing sentences with a contemplative undertone.
Problem is, those just don't come out of my little (big) mouth...nor are they formed from the tiny keys overwhelmed by the pressure by my fingers. Bumm-er.
So, instead of prolific prose or giggly zingers, I'm going to make a to-do list for this week. How many of you make to-do lists? I make them, and then I realize everything I left off of them. Then I make a new one. Then I forget where I placed both of them (old-timers strikes again).
Here's my list for the weekend (that is, until Tuesday because that's when I'm actually required to wear clothing that half-way matches as I speak coherently (hahahaha) in front of 40-some college freshmen.
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- Rework syllabi calendars--obviously, I thought I had no life when I planned the originals. Oh, wait. I don't. Ok, maybe I just want to sleep more.
- Grade essays. Grade essays. Grade essays.
- Wash, iron, hang, & tag clothing/toys for a kids' sale.
- Call about a couple more job opportunities (how many others can I infect with my grammar par-tic-u-larities?)
- Write some lesson plans. Yep, I actually write this stuff down before it spews out of my mouth.
- Clean the bathroom. I'm waiting on my gas mask and commercial-grade plastic suit to come in, which is a perfectly good excuse for shutting the door and ignoring what may be growing inside (ewwwwwww).
- Re-design my daughters' doll house before they redecorate the entire thing with colored markers, tiny pieces of toilet paper, and chewed-up straws. As we all know, one person's trash is my daughters' treasure.
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