I was wrong. It's a calf. He was right. They're adorable. Here are pictures:
If the "name your favorite baby animal" game was a contest, that student would have won. What can I ask them that tops this?
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
What You Don't See In My Paycheck
I am the teacher, so I can force my students to tell me their favorite baby animal. Last week, I did. One of my students, an English Language Learner, asked me, "What's the word for a baby camel?" I answered, "I don't know. I think 'baby camel'."
I was wrong. It's a calf. He was right. They're adorable. Here are pictures:
If the "name your favorite baby animal" game was a contest, that student would have won. What can I ask them that tops this?
I was wrong. It's a calf. He was right. They're adorable. Here are pictures:
If the "name your favorite baby animal" game was a contest, that student would have won. What can I ask them that tops this?
Life Things
You know how I know I'm adult? I almost went to Fred Meyer to buy files. Files! (I also had an ulterior motive to invest in fancy apples. Drew once harassed me about the cost of my favorite apples [Sweet Tango, Pink Lady, Granny Smith, in that order], but now he's gone and married me and there's nothing he can do about my expensive tastes.) Instead, I will ransack our stinky office/guest room/cat lair and use old ones. You could call me Frugal Kelly... Frugal Kelly Except for the Apples.
This file mania stems from three situations, two major and one minor.
Major #1: We are going to leave redfin.com and explore the real world of houses. Living the American Dream will go well with our love for Settlers of Catan. OMG capitalism. Anyway, paperwork like "whoa."
Major #2: I officially changed my name today. The process was made easier by the social security lady who was also born on good ol' April 16th. You know how when you share a birthday with a stranger, suddenly you're friends? Yep, we're getting tattoos together tomorrow and then making a tape to be on the next season of Amazing Race. Anyway, paperwork like "kind of whoa."
Minor #1: Harper Dog murdered our comforter. It's a relief that the comforter was filled with down rather than grenades or wolverines or volatile sacks of poison, but it still made a mess. Dust busting our bedroom (because our vacuum cleaner broke the day we received that dust buster... we were destined to hunch while removing grime) sent us into a cleaning frenzy. Thus, the tossing out of 3-year-old bills. Get out of here, 3-year-old bills. (Do NOT get out of here, 3-year-old Bills. Most of us can agree that non-crying three-year-olds are adorable, and ones named Bill? The vision is a fluffy dream.)
What's next? Putting away the rest of the wedding prezzies? Haaaaa.
This file mania stems from three situations, two major and one minor.
Major #1: We are going to leave redfin.com and explore the real world of houses. Living the American Dream will go well with our love for Settlers of Catan. OMG capitalism. Anyway, paperwork like "whoa."
Major #2: I officially changed my name today. The process was made easier by the social security lady who was also born on good ol' April 16th. You know how when you share a birthday with a stranger, suddenly you're friends? Yep, we're getting tattoos together tomorrow and then making a tape to be on the next season of Amazing Race. Anyway, paperwork like "kind of whoa."
Minor #1: Harper Dog murdered our comforter. It's a relief that the comforter was filled with down rather than grenades or wolverines or volatile sacks of poison, but it still made a mess. Dust busting our bedroom (because our vacuum cleaner broke the day we received that dust buster... we were destined to hunch while removing grime) sent us into a cleaning frenzy. Thus, the tossing out of 3-year-old bills. Get out of here, 3-year-old bills. (Do NOT get out of here, 3-year-old Bills. Most of us can agree that non-crying three-year-olds are adorable, and ones named Bill? The vision is a fluffy dream.)What's next? Putting away the rest of the wedding prezzies? Haaaaa.
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