Worst. Teacher. Ever.

Actually, she wasn't bad.  But she lacked some serious judgment on Valentine's Day '91.

My mom and grandma forced me to write letters to my relatives on a regular occasion so when it came to signing cheesy Valentines Day cards, it was second nature to sign it with love.  Unfortunately, I only closed it with 'love' to only one person that year: Peter B.

And also unfortunately, Peter B signed his card with a 'love' to me as well.  My teacher then stated, 'Kate and Peter are going out!'  Thanks.  Thanks a lot.  As if writing 'love' on the back of a punched out, flimsy card with a dinosaur on it that says 'You Raaaaaaaawwwk' is a contractually binding agreement between to people.  You're right.

Plus, his dad lost toes to a lawn mower accident.  Who wanted to be associated with that?

What My Kid Said

my kid: 'When I grow up, I'm going to be bigger bigger bigger to the sky. But I don't want to grow up because I don't want to eat people.'
me: 'Why would you eat people?'
my kid: 'When you grow up, you eat people but I don't want to because fingers hurt me.  Hey Mom, which race car you want?'

Don't Be That Guy

There's a guy I know who I went to grade school with.  He's a year older than me and when I was in Kindergarten, this guy was in first grade.  One day, they decided to put him in my class 'cause the dude couldn't keep it together when his mom dropped him off.

He turned out to be one of the cool kids in high school and I always wondered if anyone else remembers how much that kid cried in first grade. I definitely never forgot and to this day, I even refuse to be friends with him on facebook.  Just don't be that guy.

Random Fun Fact

If being a catlady was socially acceptable, I'd have 42 cats.  And lots of air fresheners.

The first. Not the finest.

I'll let you know when I've got something better than this.

Sad, isn't it?