I love waking up to an e-mail from my first student saying that they won’t be able to make it to call that morning. That’s consideration you can take home to meet Mom.
Speaking of Mom… (Happy Birthday)
With a free half hour window opening up in my morning, I decided to actually eat breakfast today. And as I’m scuffling out of the kitchen, cereal bowl in hand, a banana sitting in the fruit bowl waves to me and says ‘hello.’ (No, this isn’t the flashback part)
(This is…) And I was snapped back to the homeland, where sliced bananas atop a bed of not yet soggy cereals was one my mom’s specialties.
And so I grabbed the talking banana, and sliced him up over my Kellogg’s. And it was Mmm, Mmm, Good.
I needed this nice start to the day…
Looks like that panorama is running havoc on my sidebar… maybe I’ll just have to put it
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Here’s another set for y’all to gander at.
Me and my two amici Italiane, Rafaella and Valentina, head up to the mountains, to a town called Los Cotos, just outside of Madrid to get away from the city and to complain about the air being ‘too clean.’
I love living with three people; never lonely when you need company, and if you feel like being alone for a bit, you’ve always got your bedroom and/or the living room if it’s empty.
But EVERY FRICKIN’ time I need to pee, there seems to be someone in the bathroom either taking an afternoon shower or preening themselves…
I’m going to wet myself, I think…
The more I type, the more I distract myself…
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Ok.. it’s free now…
Peas…
Well, I may have lost a whole bunch of photos, but there were still some hidden away in nooks and crannies, waiting to be found again. This will be Part 1 of Oodles. So, without furthur ado, It’s time to look at some photos.
If I don’t put this up first, I will have my brains eaten by a zombie… And since I was asked by the President of MENSA to keep my noodle in tip top shape, just incase they needed doners for the ‘Abby Normal Foundation’, I’ll just have to forego being chronological in these presentations. This most recent collection comes from way back in the days of last Wednesday, All Hallow’s Eve.
