A beloved colleague of mine ran to the gas station and got me fries today. Gas station fries. A first for this Hardy girl. She also ran to the local bakery and got me a brownie. She told me today that I am her husband. I listen to her talk about her everythings and her nothings. She shares her feelings with me daily. I love it, I love her. If she keeps feeding me fries and brownies I'll be her 'till death do us part. I won't mow the lawn though.
Later in the day like any good husband would do I had great intentions to be funny at the expense of my wife-colleague. I did not realize she was having a challenging afternoon so I am thinking my funny backfired. My wife-colleague displayed an amazing interactive writing activity that she did with her class. She had found a hilarious photograph of a crazy looking Santa on a raggedy scooter and her class wrote about the picture. I was soooo proud of my wife. I decided I wanted to do the exact same writing activity with my class, so what did this lazy copy cat queen-husband do? I thought it would be hilarious to take her Santa photo down and use it for my own writing project. You know a little 5 finger discount. Wife walked out of her room and got mad that someone stole her Santa picture. She was so in her feelings that several times she proceeded to unknowingly walk by her photo that was now on display outside MY room with a new story written by MY class. I snapchatted her the new home of her amazing photo and new story. I think I am getting the silent treatment.
Sidenote: I have a husband. His name is Patrick. He is handsome, beyond intelligent, silly, and a great lawn mower. I repeatedly say God broke the mold making him.
Her Daughter....
A beloved friend surprised me by popping into my room today to give me a hug. My beautiful friend is gorgeous inside and out and close in age to me. I was asked if she was my daughter. Time for Mrs. Hardy to live the good life so I can look my age or better. Right? Verdad.
His Granddaughter...
A short while ago a father of a student visited my room. I was asked if he was my grandpa. For
those of you not familiar with my physical attributes I am average height, medium-perpetual first trimester pregnancy-15lbs overweight build, white girl in my very late 30s. The visiting father was African American, early 30s, short and stocky build. I love that children do not use race, color, age, and other physical attributes to determine family. They see me interacting with love, kindness, and respect and make the assumption that we are family.
Teacher Tip: don't use an iPad to type a blog. Holy annoyance.
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