Mountains of dirty clothes, dirty dishes...

a restless dog, frozen pizza dinners, and knee high grass (more like ankle or possibly mid-calf)...these seem to be the joys of football and volleyball season. Bradley is loving his job. Football is good. Our administrators are great...very supportive. And I LOVE my class. They make my heart smile. One of them told me yesterday after she had been absent for 2 days that she "misted" me. And my favorite red-headed boy has declared me the "best teacher [he's] ever had". He got to draw a picture of something today and chose "Hussey Movers" as his topic...complete with a picture of a port-a-potty. If you need a boost to your self esteem or an unexpected laugh, you should teach young children.