The book rep who just stopped by my office shook my hand with such force that now it's bleeding. Well, actually re-bleeding because it was originally damaged when I took a major nosedive on Gabi's preschool playground last Thursday (nothing more graceful than an eight months pregnant woman with her arms full of stuff, flying across asphalt).
Thank goodness for my stash of heavy-duty band aids, because in minutes I'm off to bestow departmental awards upon a flurry of achievers, which will likely involve further handshaking. I am going to read one student's poem out loud, too. I have been to so many shitty awards ceremonies that I want to make this special. I have penned--typed, really--blurbs of praise for each winner I judged. Did I mention that I want to make this special?
Completely unrelated, but is there anything cuter than a RHINO snuggled between a Crab Orchard and a Cimarron?