Will they survive?!?

It's always debatable when you leave males on their own. I have a conference that I am leaving for tomorrow for the library. I will not return until Friday evening. (*******^^^^******) That was my suppressed squeal of delight. Now I have all the laundry done and lunches prepared as well as suppers. I have instructions posted on the refrigerator and I'm only a phone call away. (If I can hear the phone, that is. You know librarians like to party hearty.) I have left them twice before for these kinds of things and they did fine. I have to admit that every time it does make me a little nervous. Not nervous enough to say I'm not going. What do you think I'm an idiot? This is as close as I'm going to get to an all expense paid vacation. And it is in Natchez after all. It's not like it's in Podunk, MS. Anyway, I digress. I'm sure they will be fine. For now, we'll call it Survivor: Swink House. That sure sounds better than what I think Steve is calling it in his mind.

It's not a diorama. It's a habitat!

Oh, the joy of having a nine-year-old! I realize it is only going to get worse until he's probably 30 and he realizes I do know a few things. The problem is that by then I'll be 60 and will probably have forgotten most of them. The assignment was to create a desert HABITAT in a diorama format. I think he did pretty good. He got a good grade and that is the main thing. It is amazing what can be done with Playdoh, toothpicks, google images, dirt from the driveway, cheap toys and of course the necessity of any school project - hot glue. Especially when these things are having to be done the night before the project was due. After we got going and found a common ground, things went pretty smooth. He certainly looks proud of it. He also had to get in front of the class and talk about his habitat. His teacher said he did excellent on that. That made us happy too. At least this was good practice for the reading fair which will be in a few months. I imagine I'll need a stiff drink after that project too.

Selena Bueller's Class Off

Well, when Greg was here for a visit, we made a deal. I had to sub at the high school and he and Steve wanted to ride motorcycles. Since Greg did not have a motorcylce here, I told him that he could ride mine if I could take his car. I fully expected him to laugh in my face, but surprisingly he said yes. After I got over the initial shock, I grabbed the keys and ran. I got off to a bit of a slow start since I wasn't used to the car and its clutch. I did enjoy having the top down and the looks I got from the kids at the school when I pulled up though. About 11, I had a class off and I decided to take the delicious Spyder for one last spin. (Get it. Spyder - spin) That was when I knew how Ferris Bueller felt in the movie. I felt a little naughty because school was still in session even though I had every right to be gone. Plus, even though I was in such a cool car, I still looked like as much of a dork as Ferris did because I couldn't wipe the big, dumb grin off my face at every stop light. I zipped by the Forest library to show off and got some coffee at Cups and then after checking in with the guys who were in town on the bikes, it was time to go back to work. I loved my 50 minutes of seeing how the other half lives. Once I was used to the car, it was a very fun drive. I plead the fifth on how much fun though. I didn't even have to have a Cameron to weigh me down. (Spencer was still in school.) So I have to thank Greg for giving me a taste of the finer things. I hope he had as much fun on my Harley as I did in his car.