Happy birthday to Daphne! Holly should know that she and Daphne are welcome here at the office any time. I miss them.
There’s finally sunshine today, after a couple of rainy days in a row. I’m looking forward to getting outside for a bit later this evening.
By the way, I am halfway considering moving across town so my future children will attend West High instead of City High, which is near where we live now. Why?, you ask. It’s because the West High biology program does a biannual (or is it biennial? anyway, it’s every other year) trip to…
get this…
THE GALAPAGOS ISLANDS.
How freaking awesome is that? My coworker Mike’s daughter is a student at West, and he went on the trip with her as a chaperone. It looked amazing–iguanas as far as the eye could see. There were a lot of other cool things too, like penguins and turtles and red crabs and blue-footed boobies.
Then it occurred to me that perhaps people can go to the Galapagos Islands without attending West High. I am researching options.
Thanks for the birthday wish. We will be up to visit as soon as summer break begins.
Remember when I chaperoned your seventh grade dance?
Enough said.
I am counting on my children being less of a doofus than I was at age 13. COUNTING ON IT.
Oh, Honey, you weren’t a doofus. As young parents, we all assume our children want to be with us as much as we want to be with them. We soon realize our mistake and know not to take those kinds of things too personally. Anyway, grandmubbies have proven to be incredibly fond of iguanas (just for future reference).