Left the house this morning without my skirt on, just wool tights, a sweater and hiking boots… glad I realized it before I got too far. Standing on the porch I thought it felt rather chilly as I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection on the glass in the storm door. I looked really stupid standing there in basically panty hose, a sweater and yes, hiking boots (it’s very cold in the Art room at Amazonia) —A great way to start the day with a good laugh. I laughed until I cried. It was great.
Today after school I went into the teacher’s lounge to use the bathroom in there. There were two nice looking guys there crawling around working on some furnace problems. I thought no biggie I just had to return the 20 ounce Diet Dr. Pepper I drank this afternoon back to nature from whence it came. So in the bathroom I went. I was sitting in there doing my thing when I began to experience some gastrointestinal disturbance and due to circumstances beyond my control I had a bit of a flatulent episode that was NOT demure. I was afraid the furnace guys heard which was confirmed by their snickering when I opened the door and walked out. I could not look at them. I just slinked away.