Good Evening, Flowers! The snow started with a few flakes here and there this afternoon. All the kids were hoping for an early dismissal . . . in their dreams. But tonight it is snowing in earnest and if the wind comes up during the night, we may just have a late start tomorrow. I like those because then we can count it as a day of school but yet have the luxury of not having to drive to school before the roads are clear. We had bell choir practice tonight at 5 instead of 7 so that was nice. I could come home and stay home; Bob even offered to take me since he wanted to check his messages at the office.
'Gma' -- You are wise and lucky to have most of your shopping done! I would gladly wrap if we lived just a tad bit closer! As of 8:30 this morning, none of the 'accused' dancers were going to be allowed to even go and watch the others perform at state. One parent is the assistant principal at the middle school and another parent is an elementary principal! Both are known for being in the local social partying group and frequently leave for the weekend. Their kids are on their own and home alone. Another girl has a softball scholarship on the line; my thoughts are that maybe she should have thought about that before attending the party. In Iowa, if you are underage and where alcohol is available, you will be charged with possession whether you test positive or not. I feel bad for the coach and the 'good' kids on the squad.
Gail -- I hope your office temperature settled down for you! Can you open windows? I hate being too hot or too cold. Our heating system dates back to 1962 when the school was built; there have been two additions since then. Some of the rooms are cold no matter what while others are too warm and have windows open some of the time. I know there is a huge mark up in prices from when I worked in retail. The hospital gift shop doubles the price on the invoice but no one minds since it helps the hospital by buying extra needed equipment and supplies.
Not much else is newsy from my corner of the world. Have a terrific Thursday . . . December 1st . . . where has 2005 disappeared to?
Jean -- in Iowa!