|This is actually Saturday night. Millie took one look at my|
upcoming month leading up to Christmas, and was
|I'm still pissed at that TERRIBLE call on Ahmad Brooks.|
He did NOT hit Drew Brees in the neck. Gah. Refs.
|A cute gift bag from my PEST.|
|On my way home, I had to wait for a train.|
|And wait some more.|
|On Tuesday, my PEST gave me soft, chewy, amazing|
oatmeal raisin cookies.
|I had a 12-hour work day on Tuesday. Didn't stop me from|
getting my cardio in between school and lessons.
|Well, what now, Ms. Millie? (I let her out right away.)|
|Random pic of a tissue box. I was bored between lessons.|
|Box! Happy day, indeed.|
|I got a color guard catalog in the mail at work, and told my|
girls we'd be wearing these for choir concerts in future.
They didn't believe me for a second.
|Saw these, wanted. But not for eight bucks.|
|Making my list, checkin' it twice. I love charitable giving|
at this time of year!
|I shall call him Jingle Swimmy.|
|A choir teacher's view from the piano (class had not started,|
I have more students than that!).
|Post bomb-threat-evacuation selfie, comfortably (SAFELY)|
settled back in my office.
|I looked forward to this alllll week. It was great.|