Wednesday, September 23, 2015

So Realistic

Me: [still bleary eyed] Oh, Adam! I dreamed that we were professional ballroom dancers, and we had to save our evil cheer-leading squad from themselves by preforming our routine on national television.

Adam: How'd we do?

Me: You refused to do it. You thought they deserved to fail. So Captain America offered to be my partner instead, and  he fell in love with me, so you had to go up against Captain America to win my heart back.

Adam: [short pause] He's  a wimp. I could take him.

Me: No, no. Not the actor. The real Captain America.

Adam: I know. He's a wimp. No problem.

Monday, September 21, 2015

Reading Time

The only reason we started reading immediately after school was to record the exact pages read. Because the teachers demanded it. Because that's important. Somehow.

What I didn't understand was that some quiet time right after school was a kind of blessed decompression time. 

Love those unforseen up-sides.

Saturday, September 19, 2015