Daisy Belle has a skin "irritation." Because of this, I had to take her to the million dollar vet. I am hunting and pecking, not to mention limping, because I had to cut off both my arm and my leg for the vet. I love my dog, but seriously!! Anyway...she now has to wear a cone so she will stop scratching/licking the infected area. Aside from being hilarious limping around in her big plastic clear cone, and bumping into everything she comes near, she's pretty mad at me, because they had to shave her butt and I chose to put the cone thing on her neck. She's not speaking to me, and being the drama queen that she is, is sitting in the hall periodically and whining, moaning, growling, and just generally being dramatic. I know she's not actually in pain, because anytime anyone comes through the door, she goes running and trying to get their attention, just like any other day. But she's going to let us all know just how mad she is.
One of my princesses went to the dentist the other day, and came back to tell me she had laughing gas at the dentist. One of my princes looked at me most genuinely and asked "I thought laughing gas was when you fart and someone laughs." I said "no, darling...that's laughing at gas." And that, my friends, is one of the many reasons I do what I do.
The desk fairy came to my classroom today. This time, she was very lucky and found more than half of the desks worthy of her mark (a chocolate kiss). Of course, the kids that didn't get a treat from the desk fairy had two reactions, both hilarious. Half of them knew they were busted for a messy desk, and said indignantly: "It's just you. It's not a real fairy..." Did they think it really was? The other half was even funnier: "Why didn't I get one? My desk is clean!" As they pick all of their stuff up from across the room where it continually resides.
They are something else.
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