Oy.

It’s Finkday already — so hard to believe. While I am beyond excited to A) see my nephew from Florida who’s coming to visit his mother, and B) possibly bring Mavis home from the hospital sometime over the holiday weekend, I cannot ignore the exhaustion level. If it was still summer, this would be a cakewalk and I could still fit in a slumber party with the Js. But hey, what am I complaining about? It’s Mavis who’s suffering, not I.

There is good news this day, however:

• Finkite BoomR is being romanced by a corporation impressed with his awesome skill set (as you know, he was one of the thousands hit by the Cisco Systems layoff massacre).
• Dinner Theatre auditions are over with, and we have a good cast.
• The Thriller and I had an awesome time with Lars and Helen at dinner last night (I could have stayed and yapped another hour, at least).
• Two weeks in the books, and my choirs are not shockingly bad.
• Mavis had a relatively good day yesterday.
• I got to see RD for a quick visit this week.
• New contact lenses arrived. Maybe I can actually see now.
• Stephen King’s new book is now ready for download.

Hey, now. I didn’t know all this, did you? You probably did. The saliva thing is kind of ooky.

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Yep, these are next.

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HAAAA — you know you’ve been there.

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If  your phone has the predictive text feature, go to your text messaging app and just start typing, allowing the PT to construct the sentence. Start with the word “how.” Here’s what mine said:

How are you? I am a beautiful person. I have a breakfast date, then I will be able to breathe.

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According to Mental Floss, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzerald had several working titles. Among them were On the Road to West Egg; Gold-Hatted Gatsby; and my personal favorite, The High-Bouncing Lover.

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This is pretty accurate:

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And speekina: will this never go away?

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All right, I’ll be here all morning if I keep this up. Off to a crazy Thursday, followed by a crazier Friday. Hope all my RtB fiends are well.

FO

Had much to share, but now I’m late. Going to be another late night tonight; this time, at school. Gotta love auditions…………………….

First, let me thank all my RtB fiends for the birthday wishes, both here and on Facebook. It was a great day, even though most of it was spent at school.

My students sang to me, and the Thriller took me to dinner at the Old Jaol where we met BFF Kay and Bob and had laughs and good conversation. And get this: I turned off my light (after digging into my birthday book from K & B) at 10:30 p.m., and didn’t wake up until 4:51. Success!

Now it’s off to today’s marathon. School today, DT prep after school, then taking tickets at the football game with Stoney tonight. I will be one ratty Fink when I drag back home.

I feel a week of early morning research coming on. Haven’t gotten my nerd on in awhile. Happy weekend, yall!

Of course all is well. It’s been an hour since the terrible thunderstorm passed, and Rousseau the Chicken Dog has long returned to sleeping like a baby. I, on the other hand…

Funny how I’ve had two school nights thus far, and have failed to stay asleep past 3 a.m. on both occasions. We are going to have success tonight though, by crackie, because tomorrow is a marathon. It’s the first football game of the year, and Stoney and I are scheduled to be ticket droids at the gate. Fun! I like that job; you get to greet everyone. <insert cheesy Walmart joke here, go ahead>

The first day of school was not a train wreck. Lots and lots of rusty singing, but we’ll fix that right up, now won’t we?

Truthfully, it’s good to be back with my kids and colleagues. I’m starting my 13th year at my school, which means the students who were in kindergarten when I arrived are now seniors.

Oi.

So, what’s fun to do at 3 a.m.?? I guess I’ll go make my lunch and choose an outfit. I’m tellin’ ya. One. Big. Party. At least I get a free latte at Starbucks this morning. Yay!