feliz halloween.

Husband and I cry on Monday nights. I mean c-r-y, cry. Okay, let's be honest, no one is hurt or sad, we are just watching Ridiculousness. It's like Funniest Home Videos except everyone gets hurt {how sick are we?!} We just cannot help ourselves - the tears come and it's game over. 30 minutes straight of an ab workout and tear duct cleanser. Plus, I like the way his lip curves when he smiles, so it's like a triple win for me.

We have gotten ZERO trick-or-treaters at our house {bummer}, but we aren't TOO sad because husband decided to get the kind of sweet treats that we like. I'm sure we will find a way to mash them up into ice cream and other yummy goodness.

Speaking of "sweet treats", here is a story from 3rd grade today...
Me: "Sweetie, don't chase him, he has food in his mouth." {Imagine a student running around outside with an open bag of hot chips and an ENTIRE zebra cake shoved into his mouth.}
Student: "I ain't chasing him, Mrs. Dismuke! I'm his BODYGUARD. He needs one with goods like these!"

HEB, thanks for keeping us festive with our bath loofas. It will be Halloween in our bathtub/shower for the next few weeks.

Shrimp Remoulade + Colin's cooking skills = deliciousness. I've been fighting to get my appetite back after being sick for what seems like for-ev-er. This might have just fixed it. Thanks love. Looking forward to our Starbucks date tonight.

Love,
Me

practically NOVEMBER?!

Oh, sweet husband...already the end of October? Time flies when you are a teacher. Seriously, blink my eyes and a month has passed since I have nurtured this little blog. {For the 4 of you that actually read this} I took my first day off of school today because I felt like I was going to, well, DIE, this weekend. Irony, I was supposed to get my flu shot today. Sweet.

Confession: I did sneak up to school at 6:30 this morning because...
A. couldn't sleep and was wide awake at 4:47
B. wanted to write dry erase hearts on my littles' desks and sharpen them a special pencil
C. am a complete CONTROL FREAK and couldn't bear having a sub come with no plans or materials laid out and my room left a wreck because I bolted Friday to go to Hannah's soccer game
OR
D. all of the above.

Pinky-finger drumroll......D. D for DUH. Especially the control freak part. I did my best to plan at home and delegate, but there's only so much you can do when you're trapped under blankets and between couch cushions contemplating what the least painful position is to lay in. My clothes hurt, my knees hurt, my teeth hurt, my hair hurt. I was pretty pitiful.

During these weeks that just seem to fly by, you always have a way of making me smile. Like presenting our dinner like you were persuading a Chopped panel of judges of the tastiness of your dish.

I just love life with you. Even though I work a LOT and work even harder to find a way to get it all done any possible way faster, have not been good at extending grace, crave Cinnamon Toast Crunch ((still can't believe you went out to get that and Jell-O for me)), and haven't pursued you diligently. You stay. You are the Greek to my Yogurt {let me know how that Pomegranate one is, kay?}