Embarrassing but true: I look like Nixon when someone is explaining to me about fishing. Did you know that you have to set your beer down if you catch one? And then hold its scaly body while trying to yank the hook out of its throat. Just the worst. Only makes sense as a subsistence activity in a primitive economy.
Spent some time chatting on the couch with my girls tonight. The younger one is starting middle school in the fall. The older one, a middle school grad, was therefore providing an overview of the teachers, their strengths and weaknesses, which ones are to be avoided at all costs, etc. Regarding a certain Spanish teacher, her entire summation was, "I love how real she is, she even swears at us."
I felt a twinge. All the effort of suppressing my impulses—wasted.
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