Little K started Kidergarten this month. I dyed her blue streak back in last weekend at her request. A boy in her class got a red frog on his conduct sticker chart for calling it stupid.
Little MJ started pre-school, too. I should tell you the story of cleaning the serious poop mess (he tried to use the big potty while wearing a jacket slightly too big) while MJ said, "But I'm a team player, Mama."
I re-dyed my own blue, too. My boss' boss seems not to have a problem with it, since he spent a good two minutes of speaking time singing my praises to the incoming faculty at their orientation. I blushed, and damnit, it clashed with my hair.
I should also tell you the story of the hell ride on the Island Queen ferry in 10-12 foot seas in Vineyard Sound. The captain parked at Edgartown, and cancelled the return voyage. He shouldn't have made the trip over, but I have to say that he handled it well. Then there was the idiot in the 40 ft Ketch headign out of the harbor into the mess. idiotidiotidiot.
That's all. 42 more lines to axe.
ETA, 24:00 PI just emailed me the new draft, which he has been editing while I was editing. I am going to bed.
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