Procrastination

Report cards are due on Friday. (Two days from now.) I am starting them this very evening. Does it sound like I'm procrastinating? Well, I am.

I'd much rather be reading your posts and posting my own than giving my students grades.

But fo real, I'd much rather be here:

Oh yes, my month long backpacking trip with my dear friend Megan is something I think about every other day.

Look at us.

Tired, super super super hyped up that we're in Rome, and total tourists.

You bet we were snapping pics like we were profesh photographers. You bet we had silly touristy bags with lots of zippers and compartments. And, you bet we threw pennies into the Trevi fountain. 3 each to be exact, so that hopefully one day we would come back to Rome with our lovers. ( I have a picture of each penny being thrown in. That's how redick we were.) And there are many times when I wish I could do it all again. and again. and again. No doubt, it was the greatest month of my life.

Ooohhh, wait! What's that I hear? Do you hear it too? Yup. It's the report cards. They're calling my name.

And on that random note, I am ending the most random post evah. Don't judge.