Exciting grown-up things:
I bought myself a day-planner yesterday because I've been having a hard time keeping track of myself lately. I'm pretty pumped about it, mostly because I'm totally trying to get myself organized and also because it's cute and green and because I also bought a matching legal pad folder thing (both on sale, baby).
I figure these will look much more professional when I'm taking notes for teachers than the notebook I bought from one of the quarter vending machines at an elementary school with surf boards and "surf's up" on the cover.

I finally got my big girl chair that I ordered way back in December.
It's amazing. I sing praises to La-z-boy every time I sit my ass down in it.
It's this one (but in a much less horrible fabric) and it's huge and comfy and everything I ever dreamed of and more.

Yikes!
I have to schedule for my Summer sessions on Monday.
I haven't decided how many classes I'm going to take this go-round. At least two, that's for sure, but I'm tempted to take 3 or 4 just to get some out of the way while my only job would be Malley's... unless of course I get a job teaching Summer School.
We'll see.

Exciting not-so-grown-up things:
I bought myself this shirt.
Why? Because I'm a huge nerd and also because I have an unhealthy obsession with Ben Franklin (did I mention that George got me this for Christmas? Yeah... and I love it.).
I haven't gotten it yet, but every day I check for it like I'm a little kid on Christmas morning (God, I love cliches).

I'm not subbing today.
Yippee!
Yesterday was a tough day in a 4th grade class. No good.
Earlier in the week I had been in for Mrs. Meinke, which was wonderful and also lucky because it's safe to say that if I hadn't had that amazing experience to balance this one out, I may have decided to change my career choice forever.
Awful, awful, awful. I got called last night to do the same class again today and turned it down without even so much as a second thought.

I've decided that one of my goals for this Summer is to drop ten pounds. I'm not horribly upset with my appearance at this point and time and I know I'm considered a healthy weight for my height and all that junk, but I could stand to drop a few pant sizes.
I bought some Enviga for myself the other day without any great expectations for it, but I honestly really enjoy the taste of it and I figure it won't do any harm so it's become my new morning beverage in place of coffee and orange juice. Now I just have to get rid of my secret stash of dark chocolate m&ms and swear off all Malley's candy and I should be good.
Sometimes I wonder if I'd be super skinny if I didn't work at Malley's. I like to think that I'd be ridiculiously thin, but the truth is I'd probably still have thunder thighs and also be in debt for all my ice cream purchases.

P.S. Darcy Anne is at the vet getting fixed and possibly having bladder surgery. Keep your fingers crossed that everything goes well.
Also, please pray that after this she'll stop pissing on everything because even though she's soft and cute and cuddly, that shit has really got to stop before I'm forced to stop liking her.