Sometimes I can do focused posts, like… you know… a real blog.  Where I have a topic, and I write about that topic, and it’s all coherent and shit. Then there’s the end of the school year.  And all I’ve got right now is survival. Turns out I have an ulcer.  So… yeah.  I’m naming it after six of my students. Sir has been having a hard week, and me being sick has been just a huge extra burden on him.  He doesn’t say that and he doesn’t act that way, but I know… I know he’s been scared for me because of little things…  I’ll probably write about them…

Short one tonight, we’re having a rough evening in the household, here. Earlier tonight Sir said that my jeans are getting too big.  I said, “No, I just haven’t washed them for a couple of days.” Both Sir and sub brother look at me like I’m strange.  But seriously!  Jeans are tighter after you wash them!  I’m not strange! Sir says, “Jeans you have to wash every day to make them fit are too big…” Which is just ridiculous.  Washing them every day is a perfectly valid solution, and totally isn’t going to end up costing more than just buying a new pair of jeans! And not eating frees up…