how i neglected to post every last one of my sketchbook pages from the palm springs art retreat is beyond me and it would be misguided not to share every one of my masterpieces with you. someone print that sentence, grammar check with a red pen, and get back with me. by snail mail. in the next month or so.
things heard in the classroom today:
"he said our team were weiners"
"we learned about something. it was important. but i can't remember what it was"
parent conferences. report cards. open house. i have school brain.
plus i colored in my fruit.
my ability to form thoughts and coherently communicate is GONE.
thus i will just sign off instead of trying to leave you with a final brilliant thought as is my usual custom.
storms headed to los angeles. news at 11.