An End To The Month Of Me

Dear Readers,

I wish I had planned some grand finale to the MOM, a piece de resistance that would keep you entertained and amused for hours. Days, even. Alas, this week has blown me away with it's supreme normalcy and so I've got nothing. It also doesn't help that I've been deaf in one ear for days (allergies), so even if exciting gossip was going down all around me I would likely miss it. Ehh, who am I kidding? The only gossip I hear is which 8th graders made out behind the pizza place last week.

I also kind of wish I had some kind of December schedule for you, a theme of sorts (not that I was particularly good at sticking with the last theme). Christmas is obviously out... unless I feel compelled to write about just how annoying it is. Halloween and Thanksgiving are old news. New Years blows. So you may get lucky and I will simply continue to write all about the crazy hijinx this media specialist gets up to*.

I know you're all just itching to leave comments indicating fascinating topics I could (and should) discuss. Topics that may enrich our "relationship". Even topics of global importance. Please don't.

To recap November: I rule.

NPW

*For example: yesterday, at the Principal's behest, I set up the most gi-normous projection screen you could fathom. I made the mistake of asking a senior citizen volunteer to help me. I'm lucky I still have the fingers on my left hand, let's just leave it at that. It's a dangerous biz, but someone's got to do it.