Call off the Saint Bernards, I am still here and alive... however I wouldn't mind the brandy, so in fact if they have nothing better to do the Saint Bernards can keep on coming.
St Bernards always make me think of Belle and Sebastian...Give me a minute here, what was I saying?
Oh yes, I am alive and kicking, or at least twitching. The last couple of weeks have been filled with writing reports (yes, report cards for two year olds- how many different ways can you write "Little Johnny is a pleasure to teach but should try to remember that we don't lick our friends..."?), doing assessments, putting together "topic books" (compiled craft and art works for each child from the last three months), Christmas shopping, running errands (like paying three months worth of overdue bills before they cut us off), and attending a plethora of Christmas parties and going away parties.
Oh, and on top of all of that, in the next few days I need to decorate a three-tiered wedding cake for our fabulous friends Daniela and Gerald.
So in short: my life, she's a crazy.
