Teacher Lady

Oops. I think I'm going to teach College.

Take a look at this electronic mail of destiny:

Does this mean the "G U" word (Grown Up)? I've been making a concentrated effort to "only buy grown up clothes" for the last few months, reigning in every impulse to purchase a galaxy cat dress or plush full-body onesie with ears, in the event of something like this coming up. I really have been trying.

 

But London is just so much FUN!

What do I do now?

Do you think my students will respect me?
 

I think I will require them to bow to me every time they enter and exit the classroom and to address me as "Professor the Dowager Countess Anna Teacher Lady".

Yes, I think that's it.

 

And I shall be feared.

And then Jacob's knee exploded because he ran a half marathon with me.

 
One of the dangers of dating a really quality human is that he might sacrifice his body to spend quality time with you.

Like: hardly train for a rather extended run, then decide to do it with you.

Then get really hurt on mile 11 or so.

Three cheers for finishing, Jacoboo!

 

I might add... we received "cutest couple award" from a water station officiator.

I mean... look at us.

 

 

Love, lavender, and IT bands,
Banana

A few thoughts for today:

He either fears his fate too much,

Or his desserts are small,

That dares not put it to the touch
to gain or lose it all. 
-James Grahame (1612-1650)

"Daring, n. One of the most conspicuous qualities of a man in security."

-Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914?) 

"Be bolde, be bolde, and everywhere, be bolde."

-Edmund Spenser (1552-1599) 

I'm sensing a pattern.