Apparently a "Robinson tube" is a real scientific device, but what I'm thinking of are those tubes in movies that astronauts get into at the start of a space journey. You know, where they stand upright in storage until the ship reaches its destination. Like with the Robinsons on Lost in Space. Like me, until Winter Break begins after Friday. Insert Smiley of Hope and Goodwill here.
I got the COOLEST thing in the mail today. The COOLEST. And I'm so excited that I ordered another one even before this one arrived, because I know it will be DOUBLE-EXTRA-SPECIAL COOL. And then I will show you both of them, and you will be amazed, whoever you are. (Or possibly a little wary, as I still am despite the glee, but we'll talk about that later.) If I am hit by a bus and killed before I can say anything, be sure to ask Mike. It will be worth interrupting his grieving process to find out.
We didn't do much more than the usual this weekend, other than make a bunch of money on World of Warcraft selling small eggs and ice cold milk to all the people who wanted to make cookies for Greatfather Winter. Ditto runecloth for tarty Santa suits. And you thought the game was all just hacking at monsters and looking hot in plate mail?
We did go to Whole Foods and, after taking out a small business loan (thanks T. for the joke), bought all the stuff for this year's holiday cheeseboard. Which I will show you later, after we get this year's free holiday plates from the casino. (Last year was a snowman theme. This year? Candy canes!)
I still have not cleaned the car, mailed the mail, or submitted the committee paperwork (the last being because my committee is being slow, but whatever). I also haven't renewed my teaching license, and I promise that isn't Freudian self-sabotage. Look at me, right now, taking out my test scores and checkbook and placing it at the head of the stairs. Tomorrow, I'll take care of it. Definitely maybe.
For the sake of future reminiscing, I'd like to briefly note here that last Friday was the day that I didn't go to assembly and instead tutored kids in my room. That happens during many assemblies, actually, but I want my Future Self to remember that this was that assembly, you know? Do you get what I'm saying, Future Self? As for the rest of you, hopefully my Future Self will explain it in a few years. Then you might say, "Jeez, what else doesn't get reported to the media?" Or to the teachers, who you'd think would have a right to know. But you can't be bitter, because I know even Future Self has moved on. Hopefully literally.
It is nice here in my Robinson Tube, with the Christmas lights twinkling and the lemon-lime-and-bitters gurgling. Thank goodness for cryogenics or I'd be waving my arms, daring to grin, yelling, "Friday! Friday! Come in, Friday!"
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