A Friday too strange to be fiction
The principal can take one look at me and ask, "What did (insert name here) do this time?" She knows my class so well that I can leave a note on her whiteboard saying, "Wardrobe Malfunction" and she'll know what's going on - or what had to be turned inside out.
Two kids kept telling me they had to go to the office because they got in trouble the day before. Problem was, they timed this strategically so that they'd miss music, then math. They never said, "Let's go to the office at recess." Uh-uh. Tricky? Not.
I was the only intermediate teacher gutsy enough (or crazy enough) to sign up for the Teacher Act of the talent show...until my neighbor in 6th grade joined me. Don't tell me to break a leg, though; I'm very literal.
Husband woke up with a rather severe backache and tummy ache. He, um, managed to clear it up before leaving for work. He arrived at the station's satellite office to find that the sewer was backed up and he needed to call Roto-Rooter to come in and fix it. If this isn't coincidence, it's mighty scary.
Honestly, it was the week from you-know-where. Monday is coming much too soon, and carries with it the trauma of a full moon! I hope the upcoming week brings relief - of one type or another. Stumble It!