Well, the salad days are done. Mrs. Hillbilly Mom returns to the ol' workforce on Monday.
I can hardly believe that my death-defying, hospital-dwelling, screamin-Mimi-listening, doctor-appointment-attending, lab-testing, minor-surgery-having, frozen-custard-eating, late-sleeping days are over.
I only have 20 months of work until I go on my forever vacation, you know.
My best ol' ex-teaching buddy Mabel will keep me updated on the tally. She's more accurate than a secret chart carved into a prison cell wall with a thrice-counted metal spoon.
Once we get two days and one week into the routine, the school year is going to fly by until Christmas break. Then there's the hope of snow days!