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Gross-ology, Part Deux


I am having a bahll! I mean a wicked good time here in Bah-ston.

Eggs hasn't killed me yet with her ah-ful driving, and that's a good thing.

Jeanne, (those of us in the circle of trust call her Jeannie) can sell a popsicle to an Eskimo. She also gets wicked honest after half a mah-gah-rita.

Tonight's Transparency Techniques students RAH-CKED! I mean, they were wicked smaht yo!

And the "World's Dumbest Karen" awahd goes to . . .

Me, of cah-se.

"Karen, this is Sherry"

"Hi Sherry! How nice to meet you"

"I braht you some Wahppers"

"Oh thank you!" (thinks to herself, Sherry must read my blahg)

"So Sherry, tell me about yourself"

"Well, before I started working for CI . . ."

"Oh geez. Are you CHERYL?!!!!"

"Um, yeah, Mrs. Dumas"

"YOU are!"

(OK, so we didn't say those last two pahts.)

It's true, though, that I didn't recognize, having never met her or seen photos, my DEAR FRIEND CHERYL who was introduced to me as Sherry. (OK, maybe I just *heard* "Sherry")


Trying to read what's behind us? Well Michelle "Yankees Fan" Eggs decided to spell "Karen's Work" under some layouts I had pinned to the board. And from there we had a good time rearranging the letters to spell something entirely different. At this point it said "SNARKKEROW" Heh

I only screwed up teaching, like, twice in class tonight. That's pretty decent!

Tomorrow I'll try to get photos of the rest of the crazy crew. Suffice to say that Scrapbook Cupboard is an awesome store, owned and staffed by awesome people.

Big day tomorrow - teaching three classes! Off to bed go I!

RMQOTD ("You love the Red Sox, but have they ever loved you back?"  "Who do you think you are, Dr. Phil? Go on, get outta here!")