Hard to believe today marked the 100th day of school (or as Royce might say, "Only 80 days left!").
The 100th day, of course, means a day filled with 100 everything.
A week or so before this day, we always ask the kids to complete a family project at home in which they are to create something with 100 items. (This usually entails a poster filled with beans or noodles or pennies.) It's fairly easy to see which parents simply helped, and which parents DID THE PROJECT! At this age, they don't realize this is a bad thing and would most of the time reveal that their mom counted it out or pasted them down.
One parent, however, must have expected this might happen and took steps to prepare their child . . .
Mrs. Marsh: [student], how creative!
Student: (smiles)
Mrs. Marsh: I love how you spelled your name out with 100 noodles. Did you count all these noddles out?
Student: Yes.
Mrs. Marsh: Wonderful! And you pasted them on, too?
Student: Yes. That's what my dad told me to tell you.
Mrs. Marsh: Oh, so you didn't do it?
Student: No, my dad just told me to tell you that. He did it at work.
Oh, the innocence . . .
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Wednesday, January 16
Mail Mayhem!
Mail.
Uhhh, how I despise it.
(Unless it's my precious home decorating magazines, of course.)
Every day Grady walks in with a stack of envelopes and tosses it on the kitchen table.
UHH! I cringe at the thought of it!
It piles, and piles, and piles until I simply can't stand it any longer . . . and stack it somewhere else . . . hidden away . . . where no one can find it. And, eventually it might get filed.
Yes, I'll admit, we may have failed to pay a few bills on time because of this (one of which could have possibly been our internet bill, which in turn caused our internet to be cut off for the last week . . . maybe . . . ).
Ahh . . . the relief.
Uhhh, how I despise it.
(Unless it's my precious home decorating magazines, of course.)
Every day Grady walks in with a stack of envelopes and tosses it on the kitchen table.
UHH! I cringe at the thought of it!
It piles, and piles, and piles until I simply can't stand it any longer . . . and stack it somewhere else . . . hidden away . . . where no one can find it. And, eventually it might get filed.
Yes, I'll admit, we may have failed to pay a few bills on time because of this (one of which could have possibly been our internet bill, which in turn caused our internet to be cut off for the last week . . . maybe . . . ).
So, I have been bound and determined to find a solution to this MAYHEM!
And I bought this . . .
. . . which after a quick coat of paint became my solution.
Doesn't look like much, but it has saved my sanity.
Top: mail to be sent.
Bottom: mail to be filed.
Doesn't look like much, but it has saved my sanity.
Top: mail to be sent.
Bottom: mail to be filed.
Ahh . . . the relief.