Tuesday morning I took a Double Chocolate Gooey Butter Cake (Thanks, Paula..as in Deen!) to school for the teachers in celebration of the end of TCAPS. It must've been okay...it was all gone by 9:30!
Which brings me to Wednesday. I get a text from my intern...she can't find her keys. She thinks maybe she locked them in her car, and she doesn't have a spare. After a while she texts me again...still can't find them. I tell her it's no big deal, just take her time. I'll get started on the kids and she can jump in when she gets to school. I finally get a text from her after I get to school: she found them...in her bathrobe. She wasn't very late, but I think she felt badly about it.
It's the lovely time of the year when we're running around, trying to get IEPs done before school's out. Another meeting Wednesday afternoon, but it didn't take very long. As I'm leaving the school, I get a text from MS: I need to make baklava for him for school tomorrow...a school project. Great. I've never made baklava in my life. My nephew's wife makes a mean baklava, but I don't have her recipe. So, when I get home, I look it up on the 'net, and print off the recipe. When I asked MS why he waited until the last minute, he said that he didn't think I had anything else to do! HA! Guess what...I had a band booster budget meeting at 6:30. And, I still needed to go by Home Depot to see if I could find a couple of ceiling fans I liked. (More on that in a future post.) The meeting lasted until 9:10...we closed Panera down. Then, off to Home Depot for the quest for ceiling fans. As I'm going in, I get a call from MS saying he's changed his mind...Persian Raisin Cookies would be easier and faster. I tell him that I'll call him when I go into the grocery store so he can tell me what
I finally make it home, make the cookies (in all fairness, MS did help), and now here I am. Can barely keep my eyes open, but I'm going to finish this post! 5:30 is going to come awfully early. I don't think the cookies turned out exactly like they're suppose to; I don't think they were suppose to flatten out like they did. But they're done. And I don't care what they taste like.
And now it's Thurs. morning, and, yep, I was right: 5:30 did com awfully early this morning.
Oh, and: Happy Earth Day! In South Carolina, the town we lived in had a huge Earthday Celebration at the museum (it was a small museum, but it was a pretty good one!). I don't think they do anything like that here. Anyway, here's a fact from my "Little White Book": The first Earth Day was celebrated in San Francisco, which is named after St. Francis, who is the patron saint of ecology.