All day, my legs and abdomen were actually sore. This is what comes of playing ball games for two hours with groups of pre-K kids yesterday. And being, apparently, completely out of shape. Stupid doctors telling me I can't lift weights.
Luckily, it was teacher appreciation day at Prestigious, and the staff was treated to chair massages (just what I needed) and lunch. The latter was sandwiches, mixed fruit, chips, and delightfully decadent chocolate-covered strawberries, and man, did I just describe that in a totally homosexual way or what? Speaking of which, one of the gay male teachers addressed me as "honey" today. It just kind of slipped out, I suppose.
Man, if I were gay, my social life would be a lot easier.
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One of the kindergarteners was looking at a book of dangerous or exotic animals and as he flipped through the pages, I identified and commented on them. When he came to a photo of an octopus, I got all excited. Octopuses are among my favorite animals because of how interesting they are, what with all their weird powers (regeneration, piercing "tongue," color and texture adaptation, ink sacs, autotomic limbs) and supposed intelligence. I said, "Oh, boy! octopuses are---"
And another kid interrupted, "Delicious!"
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Whole grilled octopus (a la grecque) is the traditional Mother's Day appetizer in my house. But it wasn't my kid who interrupted.
As well, martini glasses and a bottle of vodka is fondly remembered as my wife's favorite Mother's Day from me.
That is hilarious. What little kid really thinks octopus is delicious? I suppose those who go to a prestigious school might...
Last week, a gay coworker shyly and kind of impulsively told me that my beard is "sexy." I blushed like a schoolgirl.
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