Vacation

Yay! Thanksgiving break! I know it's early, but basically, I find that the Monday before the break I lose enough students that it's really pointless to have class, so I didn't schedule them on Monday. So my first day off is tomorrow. Yipeedee skippidee. Really-- that's not sarcasm at all but sincere yippee ness. After my day today, I really need a break.

I'm going with Nissa & Aaron to the Fox & the Hound (not the movie, the bar, thanks for asking) later to drink a bit. Yum. Maybe a Frangelicomartini. MMMMM.

OOH. I thought of a poem on the way home. Like ta hear it here it go:

George Dubya George Dubya
where have you been?
I've been to London
to visit the queen.
George Dubya George Dubya
what'd you do there
watched protesters and pretended I didn't care.

Okay, I didn't say it was a good or even original poem. I said it was a poem. So. You have to say it the Texas way "DUBya". That way the rhyme scheme works.

So I'm listening to this new Bon Jovi CD that has "classic" Bon Jovi acoustically rendered. "Livin' on a Prayer" has Olivia D'Abo on it, and at first I thought the womanly voice was John. It was a little weird. But I think I like it so far.

Finally, on "boob watch"-- yes, they're still irritatingly sore. I wish I knew why! So that makes, what four, five days? Cranky cranky.