Mom says that she wishes that she were back in Surrey, B.C., on vacation ... Sigh.
We haven't seen Mom much this week an' when we HAVE seen her, she's looked like the woofie's dinner. It hasn't been that hot here; in fact, it's been kinda pleasant compared to where efurryone else is livin' with the HOTS an' all of that rain "across the pond."
So why does Mom look an' feel so run-down-at-the-heels? Yep. School started this week an' the first week of a new school year is kinda counted like woofie birthdays: One week is about as long as seven. Mom's tired.
Uncle James has been ridin' to an' from work with Mom, so he hangs out in her classroom at the end of the school day an' she sends him to the copy room to use the copier while she tries to get ahead (or at least caught up) with her grading. She THOUGHT that she was getting closer until she got seven new students in one class yesterday an' two more today who were snuck in by the counselors without lettin' Mom know. That sounds kind of sneaky an' underhanded, doesn't it?
Anyway, she got home about a half hour ago (two hours after they had stopped payin' her, naturally), an' she's vowed to help us to blog an' Facebook an' visit with our furriends 'cuz we've been VERY delinquent 'bout visitin' an' commentin' at your bloggies lately. We'll try to be better ...