Take a Pop-Gun To a Bazooka Fight.

I subbed today. Duh, I have been for four days now. Today I was greeted with the task of two classes at the same time. I have partaken in handling multiple classes, but I have always had help. Today it was me, shooting from the hip. I walked in with a pop-gun and managed to pull a bazooka out of my butt. It started with the librarian needing to leave early. She was in obvious need and I offered to help in anyway I could. She thanked me and went on her way. A little while later she came and asked if I could take a second class. I said yes.

I did not have any specifically formulated plans for a large group...I managed a little comedy, some team screaming, synchronized whooping, and a rousing rendition of "If You're Happy And You Know It." I felt like I should be in front of a larger group...like during an assembly. I think I could have given Cowboy Buck a good run for his money!!

I was in a horrible sweat by the end of it. I was tired when I got home and found myself dozing. When Cora got home, I managed to convince her we needed to go out. Score!

She said my beloved Sister- and Brother-in-law had an extra pair of tickets to the Seahawks game...it will be my first major sporting event. I am kinda looking forward to it. It will prevent me from having to mow the yard or do many of the honey-do's Cora has lined up for me. I wonder who is playing...