Yes, that's our jackhammered backyard concrete (duh!) and me (photographed by Addie, hence the awful angle--she's short) after Back to School Night. Wearin' my fancies.
A parent still told another teacher that I looked 12, though... Sigh.
Nothing new to report this week. Like, when I say nothing I mean no-thing. N. O. Thing. The biggest thing on my mind right now is how bad my feet (still!) hurt, even though I've eschewed high heels for quite some time now. I'm not sure what's going on, but my tired piggies are swollen and though that's par for the course this time of year as my feet readjust to standing and teaching, I'm waking up with them STILL swollen after hours of sleep. No bueno. I wore a pedometer all day today just to see how much I walked, and it came out to about 10 miles. That's 2 miles in the park, 8 miles in my classroom, people. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised I've got cankles.