Something up with Which I Will Not Put

A dead bat in your trifle bowl, that’s what.

So the good news is that I submitted the last of my final grades this afternoon.
The bad news is that I cannot, technically, breathe, thanks to the cold my body has elected to spring upon me, now that I have time to be sick.
The middling news is that I officially have two back-up sections of continuing education for the winter semester. I won’t know my real fate until after registration in the second week of January.
In the meantime, however, I’ll be concentrating on holiday baking, cooking, catching up on laundy, and knitting a whackload of last-minute presents (and yes, “whackload” is indeed the collective noun for last-minute presents)…
…Oh, and researching and writing a literature review for my M.Ed. course…
…and blowing my nose.
Stupid sinuses.

So I can’t use my wireless mouse at home because Heidi sits between the mousepad and the receiver and blocks the signal with her big furry butt.

How to spot an English teacher:
I just mixed my White Russian with a pencil.

President’s Choice pistachios are packed in a resealable bag.
Ha.

Yes, Pierre Bourque may be the man behind the unpopular one-island-one-city mergers. Yes, he may look a lot like The Penguin. But at least he’s not the out-of-touch hegemonic whackjob responsible for this.

What I did this weekend:
~ took Robert to ballet
~ prepared the menu for the coming week
~ based on said menu, prepared the grocery list
~ shopped
~ went to Indigo and knocked at least six names off the present list
~ went to TB’s birthday party
~ went with Dina and her MIL to a fair trade fair and knocked a few more names off the list
~ invented a new version of my MIL’s cheese and onion bread pudding
…oh, and corrected 52 essays.
What I did not do this weekend:
~ laundry
~ get enough sleep
~ see Casino Royale
~ endear myself to my family.
Three more weeks!

Ahem.
Yay, me.