I just got home from work. It was kinda, really crappy. Right now I have one really difficult class that frequently tarnishes my day. Today was tarnished. Instead of coming home and enjoying the sun, I put in 10 hours, and I'm all the crabbier for it. Then, I got home to see that the bathroom contractor (who is not a good communicator) put the towel rack in the wrong stupid place. In the scheme of things, this is not a big deal. In my frame of mind, it is catastrophic. Coping technique? Bit my sweet husband's head right off, and promptly felt like the biggest b-i-t-c-h (sshh, I'm sure the students are reading) in the entire world. Luckily, I just found this picture of little Joey, and most of the drama has just melted away. Now, I just need to go attach aforementioned sweet husband's head, and all will be fine.
4 comments:
Sorry your day was poopehh. Isn't next week the last week of class??
Your contractor needs those shoes some kids had in kindygarten..
Left
Right
on the toes. Bonehead.
Joey's smile makes me smile, too. He sure is a cutie.
heh eh heh oooh Ms. Cannon.... well i spose yoru nto really my teacher anymore huh so julie eh :s sounds weird to me but meh! dont lest those bitch ass punks get joo down!! ya gotta remember the good students. I never got around to you signing my yerarbook and i think ima come in and visit you on Monday, maybe... :P caus ei mean cmon joo = great! Jus cheer up n punch in some punk face. :3 That also includes the batchroom constructors punk face n.~
don let all the poop weigh ya down missy.
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