(Where I track how hard it is to type).

If it could just keep raining, I’d appreciate it. Unlike rainy days as a teacher (where the teenagers howl at the moon), rainy days at home make for peace, especially during toddler naptimes and lazy lunchtimes and — (One.) — book-reading laptimes. It’s not that it’s free from interruption. It’s just that the house is a sort…… Continue reading (Where I track how hard it is to type).

A little (a lottle) bit of Valentine’s mush.

I am in love with Jesse Michael Sparks. (Shhh. I know you already know. Back off. This is my blog. I make the posts around here.) I love him for a whole bunch of reasons. And by a whole bunch, I mean a couple hundred, easy. Sometimes, when I’m feeling particularly swoony, I start listing…… Continue reading A little (a lottle) bit of Valentine’s mush.