I take my snack day for Nate’s class way too seriously. I bought pretzels and apple slices. I counted out forty sandwich bags and I put four apple slices in twenty of them and ten mini pretzels in the other twenty. I got out a tupperware bowl for the broken pretzels, because I only give out whole pretzels to avoid fights. You know they would. The cool thing was that I confirmed my suspected super power of estimation. I didn’t count apples or pretzels, but I had just enough of each to fill the bags. I couldn’t have made twenty one bags of either. And, when I do the laundry and I’m hanging up clothes I can almost always grab the exact number of hangars without counting. When I was a waitress I would pick up stacks of forks or napkins or whatever, and they’d usually be what I needed.
I’m making myself a cape. I’ll take suggestions for names. Nice only.
Sophie was to bring to school this morning either a photo of herself with a pet or a photo/drawing of her favorite animal. Here are the pictures she brought:
She is SOOOO cute and that’s a pretty snake.
Yeah, she’s cute alright. . . because she gets into so much trouble nature decided to give her a defense! It’s too bad the snake was about to shed in that photo; he’s a really nice looking thing. I still want a kitten, though. Even a dog. Something furry and warm that doesn’t complain.
okay, OH MY LORD she is gorgeous and HOLY CRAP i am scared of that snake. i feel all icky.