I dream that I am teaching again, and having assigned the class independent work, I am spending time connecting with each student to see if they are grasping the material. It’s my favourite part of teaching, and I wake up wondering if I’ll ever have that feeling again. So rewarding. It is bittersweet, growing old. […]
Really wasn’t your faultthis fury that overcame –Words evoked onslaught,a raging river of pain. Didn’t mean to push you,miscalculated my aim,swimming in swamp watersnot a recommended game. You floundered, gurgled,cursed me by name –our love story, now viralbrought an alligator fame. (Image my own. Tale is totally fictional, I promise.)
and what were you doing way out there? 😂😂 Love this btw!
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Ha ha…not telling….
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Investor beware.
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Yes. Certainly didn’t pass it on to my eligible daughters, lol.
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Lol, no way 🙂
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Wouldn’t you love to know the story behind this one??
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For sure.
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That is hysterical. I bet it’s a mess in there. haha.
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You are right – the picture does not tell the whole picture – the house was run down and the yard full of junk. And it was way out in the boonies.
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