'Cuz I Know What You Like!

No class tonight...it is snowing. And I have issues. Despite this, I will indulge the fans of the Wednesday Bullet Points Posts. My brain kinds of hurts right now so it's probably a good idea anyway....

*I am still driving the rental. There is some hope that the truck will be ready tomorrow morning. I've stopped caring. We are into the thousands of dollars at this point and caring has just made my tummy ache. And my head. And my spleen. Some things just "are." And there is nothing you can do about it. But I have learned that there are worse things to hear than a description of how something in your vehicle "exploded." There is the early morning phone call to the mechanic that includes the phrase, "Well...the plot thickens." That is worse. Much worse.

*Speaking of mechanics, I should probably clarify for you the overall appearance of mine. Several of you have referred to him as, "hunky." He is not hunky. He is actually rather slight of build and "dreamy." Cute as a bug's ear, but not hunky. He is also probably half my age. This makes for fun at the car fixy place, but not dating material. Sorry all you would be match-makers. I will not be prancing off for a meet 'n greet at the Olive Garden with my mechanic. Even if he can get his mom to give him a ride...

*It was probably a mistake to tell several of the girls on the bus during yesterday's field trip that I am 41 years young. I am now being presented to all the male teachers like a science experiment while the young ladies share the following: Hey, Mr. So 'n So! Can you believe Ms. Sheep is 41 years old? We think she looks younger than that...do you? The ability of fifth graders to discern age is limited. Adults are either 21 or 101. It was awkward.

*Recent developments with my truck, the utter breakdown of the boundaries between myself and the students, some sort of field trip hangover from yesterday and the ongoing issues with hiring new staff left me with an overpowering desire for a black and white cookie. And they happened to have them in the grocery store bakery, by some happy coincidence. This is not in keeping with my strict dieting regiment prior to a doctor's appointment. But I think that recent circumstances have made cookie consumption a necessity. We will be depressed when the doc directs us to the scale on Friday. But we will deal with that when the time comes. Sometimes a Sheepie needs a sweetie.

*The aforementioned developments and issues also dictated the purchase of a turkey sub sandwich while at the store. Purchased, non-diet comfort food is really the best thing for me right now. I'm pretty sure that the doctor will agree once she gets past all the tutting and tsk-ing over my recent weight gain. And if she doesn't, I will show her the bills for truck repair. She'll probably throw a microwave pizza in for me right then and there. And send out for Chinese.

*Did I mention the snow? We are getting hit with a full-on snowstorm at the moment. They said that it wouldn't get really bad until after midnight. I shudder to think what it will look like at that point. However our area is looking at 2-5 inches of accumulation, so I'm predicting a delay in the start of school tomorrow. My principal is of the mind that we will be cancelling. He worked this into the conversation during a break in his ongoing litany regarding what I should be doing about my vehicular woes. He means well, so I'm taking it in the spirit in which it is intended. But he was most distressed to think of one of his staff stranded on the turnpike in the early hours and I fear he may be making a call to my dreamy mechanic on my behalf. This could really "sour" my imaginary relationship with DM. A snow day might calm him down a bit. I might even have the truck again by the time we make it back to school. Then we can all move on.

*And here's a little artsy shot I like to call Desdemona In Repose While The April Snows Blow:

Here's to the middle of the week and the end that follows! May it be as peaceful as a sleeping kitty!

SA