That would be my brain lately.
Today is the kind of day where one wears the wrong thing to work, puts the peanut butter in the refrigerator, and forgets recess duty. As well as misidentifying parent volunteers. I think I must go to bed now before I do any more damage.
Questions posed (at extremely random/inappropriate times) in the last two days:
- Do trees have hair?
- Can dogs laugh?
- Do you know anyone with a glass eye?
Sometimes I wonder what’s going on in those heads.
“I want to return this book. Where do I put it?”
Usually asked while standing right where I took this picture.
I had a lot of homework this weekend.
Muchos, muchos papers to grade.
Of course, I don’t actually assign homework in the library.
I believe there’s something called irony present in there somewhere.
I got quite a few variations of this answer:
We do not actually teach poultry farming in the library. The students are referring to this:
Apparently even meleagris gallopavo feels the need to shush in the library.
Of course, if I stare at her long enough and pathetically enough she’ll let me on her lap. What do you mean, she’s trying to knit? Since when is it important what she’s trying to do?
I need some elves to help with the Christmas knitting. No way was I going shopping. I can buy online, but free time to knit is more precious than those insane crowded sales.
This is a great thrill ride for those preteens for whom The Hunger Games is a little too mature and violent. Jessie lives in an experimental site that she believes to be a mid-nineteenth century American village. When disease strikes and she learns the truth she must escape and bring help to the rest of the village while negotiating the modern world she has never encountered. A nonstop pace, high suspense, and a complex ending make this one a winner.
One of the first grade teachers e-mailed the following.
It’s supposed to say, “I am going to eat pumpkin pie.”
At least I hope it is.