When You Don't Have It In You To Be Coherent...

You do The Wednesday Night Bullet Post!  Here's your bullet points for this week:

*Noolie thinks I should do up a button for the WNBP.  Any thoughts on that?

*Last weekend, in the projected forecast, I was promised a storm-free week.  Promised.  I am still on prescription cough medication, but I still roused myself from the codeine-induced stupor long enough to do a little, lopsided sort of jig.

*It snowed pretty much all day today.  

*No accumulation, though.  And it's over now.  But, I still consider this a breach of promise and am consulting an attorney.  They can say they changed the forecast.  But, that will have no effect on a jury of my peers.  Especially if they are all from around here because my informal polls indicate that we are all sick of the white stuff.

*Sometimes and for a variety of reasons, a student on my caseload will require a change of program and will have to spend more time in my classroom than other kids.  Sometimes the definition of "more time" is something along the lines of:  Endless, mind-numbing hours during which I will be subjected to repeated pleas to be released back into the wild and non-stop promises to never again do whatever it was that got them sentenced to my tender, loving care in the first place.

*Which probably accounts for my having heard one student say to my latest full-time guest, "Dude...you gotta be careful.  You and Ms. Sheep are actually starting to look alike!"

*Neither I nor my little inmate found that particularly flattering.  

*Does anyone out there happen to speak BFKish?  I really need someone to translate the following for the Big, Fluffy Kitty:  

My going into the kitchen does not mean that you are getting a treat.  Sometimes it's just that I realized I left the faucet running.  Or I need a treat for myself.  It's not all about you.  Stop looking at me like that!!!!  I am most certainly not starving you to death, you ingrate!  You just had a treat ten minutes ago!  Why, oh why did I ever buy those stupid Greenies in the first place?????  You put that phone down right this minute!  No one is going to believe that you are being denied sustenance!!!  

*Let me know if you can help me on this one.

*Today a student asked if I could make him a paper airplane.  I needed to get some paper to do this.  When I turned around with the paper in hand, I almost stepped on the three kids who were following me, eagerly awaiting the opportunity to watch me magically turn paper into aircraft.  I almost squished them and I'm not insured for that.  Frustrated, I cried out, "Good Lord!  You guys are worse than my cat!!!"

*My Cheerful Teaching Assistant, grinning broadly, said, "Maybe you should give them a Greenie?"

*I am close to finishing up the second of the Trek-king socks.  They don't exactly match.  But, I can live with that.

*I need some socks.  The weather people are liars and no one can count on Spring ever coming for real.  I'll probably be shoveling a path to the truck in July.  Socks will be needed lest I freeze to death at the Independence Day cook-out.

That's it.  That's all I've got.  It's the middle of the week, my students and I are starting to morph into twin-type beings and the Big, Fluffy Kitty is still standing in the kitchen staring at the treat bag and wondering if she should call in the authorities to discuss my denying her regular feedings at thirty second intervals.  Not much has changed.  I hope all is well in your version of mid-week and that your Thursday brings with it the promise of clear skies and green grass.  

Or new socks.  

SA