WHAT AM I DOING HERE? AGAIN?! ewoiatheoaidhfaoweieshdfadoshgeo!
They shut up! They’re listening to me! They’re gonna learn buckets of math this year!
Uh, surely you jest, dear student.
When I said “surely you jest” what I meant was “CUT IT OUT, HOOLIGAN!”
Ho-ho! Why, yes I am giving homework tonight!
Boom. One down, 177 to go.
Due to user error, the pigs are taking refuge from tonight’s storm under our front porch. We can’t lure them out into the rain to bring them back into their enclosure. They get to sleep extra cozy tonight, but be prepared pigs, we come at dawn!
As I was driving home from school today, I saw a ratchet looking rooster on the side of the dirt road about a quarter mile from our house: the long lost Cappy, who had been MIA for over 48 hours. Keely last saw him through the window at midnight running through the illumination of our bug attractant light. He was squanking, and we assumed there were raccoons in hot pursuit. He has returned from the dead, again. I cornered him in our neighbors corral and carried him home.
Encouragement cards for all of my goobers. Wish us luck, memory, and focus tomorrow!
Antony (purple) and Brutus (gray) speaking at Caesar’s funeral.
Day 1: “I think there’s a guy who stabs another guy, and there’s a battle?”
Day 2: “Homeboy who stabbed his friend is pretty sorry by the end. His wife kills herself and he gets chased out of Rome.”
chasing piggens 