Guilty conscience?

And now, my dear 3.72 readers, I bring you today's morsel of sheer entertainment...

The fire marshal was at our school today doing inspections. One of my juvenile delinquent babies was in the bathroom when the fire marshal and his assistant came into my room. My favorite moment of the day was watching the horrified look come across the kid's face when he walked back into my room and saw the two men in uniform standing there.

Does this make me a bad person?

Yeah, that sounds about right.

A Bold Declaration

Words I actually uttered to a friend today:

"From now on, no one is barred from my bedroom."

(Don't worry--it's not nearly as sketchy as it appears to be.)

The response you're looking for is, "Okay."

I met a friend up at the church tonight to get some work done away from all technological distractions. While I was waiting on her to arrive, I decided to get a drink from the coffee and assorted hot beverages machine. I was intrigued by the Chai Mocha, so I decided to give it a try. The conversation I had with my friend about the Chai Mocha is as follows:

Me: "I decided to try a Chai Mocha. I'm not sure I like it. I like chai, and I like mocha..."
Friend: "But just not together."
Me: "Yeah, I think the two flavors just cancel each other out, so all I'm getting is sweet and hot."
Friend: "Sweet and hot? That sounds like an ass."