omorka | Another One Rides This Bus

In other news:

The car is still broken.

I seem to have beaten this cold (echinacea and pseudiphedrine are a great combo), although there's still a bit of phlegm hanging around.

The counselors let He Who Ain't Got No Feet out of my class without my signature. I am highly pissed about this.

I bought some very silly clothes at a couple of the BryLane web-divisions on their post-holiday clearance sales, including a very hippie-chickie rayon shirt that I'm just dying to wear to Ceili . . . which, now that I have actually found it and gone a couple of times, is on hiatus. *sigh*

Several other things that I have ordered, however, have not come in. I am unsure how long I should wait before calling the companies that I ordered them from - I know the post-hoiday period is a techy one for shipping, but still . . .

Our math department is actually going to have a Pre-AP/AP team meeting, although I am deliberately not calling it a meeting, as the next person who says "meeting" at the school is going to get textbooked (like stoning, only with Teacher's Editions instead of rocks).

We lose 4 class days to the state testing (TAKS, formerly TAAS), plus another class day to our district's diagnostic pre-test for it. That's 1/36 of our instructional time, if anyone's keeping track. No Child Sinister Buttock is upsetting me more and more (although, to be fair, in this state we'd have - and have had - the testing system even without NCLB).

And, in a bit of good news, the Spouse is now