What we learned this week

A few items of (possible) interest relating to me having a job now...

1. There is a lady at the school who wears lots of "teacher clothes" - jumpers that tie in the back, Keds with white socks folded down, wooden jewelry, etc. Actually the jumpers have a very homemade look, like perhaps she's like that Duggar lady on TV and she sews all the clothes for her 12 kids whose names all start with the same letter. Yesterday she was wearing a dress made out of... wait for it... wait for it... MY LITTLE PONY FABRIC!!!!! It looked just like this one I found online except pink. Oh sweet Lord I almost spewed Diet Dr Pepper all over her pastel pony-covered ass as I was walking down the hall behind her. I wanted to take a picture with my cell phone but I couldn't figure out how to do it without the simulated camera noise a foot away from her ass raising suspicion. It reminds me of this time at teacher school when our professor had us write on a piece of paper, "When I am a teacher I will never wear..." I think we were supposed to finish the sentence with "a push-up bra" or "a tube top" or "hot pants" because her point was that teachers should dress professionally if they are to be taken seriously. But I wrote "holiday-themed sweater vests." I didn't even know "clothes made from fabric featuring Mattel toys" was an option, or I totally would have picked that.
2. Here's the difference between being married 11 days and 11 months: This week I have been very busy and exhausted, and Husband has had a lot on his plate too. Last night we both acknowledged a general snippiness with each other that's been going on for a day or two. Instead of talking all about what that means, are we okay with each other, have we made a horrible mistake by rushing into marriage, blah, blah, blah, we just agreed not to bother being nice to each other for awhile and to regroup once we are in better moods. So much simpler!
   
3. I am addicted to Diet Dr Pepper. Like Trainspotting addicted. I take two cans with me every morning: one to chug on the drive in and another for lunch. The other morning Husband took the last two cold cans the day before and did not replace them with the reserves in the garage. So at 6:45 a.m. as I was preparing to leave for work I screamed at him from across the house. He stumbled in like a hungover freshman during a Jester fire drill thinking I had hurt myself or maybe the dog was eating shit again. I interrogated him about the situation and made a series of way passive-aggressive statements: "I guess I'll just have to drink a WARM Dr Pepper on my way to work this morning... I will have to put this WARM Dr Pepper in the lounge fridge so it will be COLD by lunchtime. I hope no one STEALS it... Hey could you get my Dr Pepper out of the freezer. I had to put it in there because it was HOT from being in the GARAGE instead of the FRIDGE." Then this morning we were completely out (here we come, Costco!) so I took a handful of change to buy some at school. But I only had 90 cents and the vending machine sells 20 oz. bottles and they cost a dollar. The day didn't go well. Let's just say I don't think it was fair to the children.
   

The In-Laws are coming into town this weekend, so I'm sure we will have something interesting to report on Monday.