Am I Blue? (well, my clothes are)



Today is the full day of Winter Carnival activities. And for the first time in eons, trivia is part of the plan. Granted, it's a short version, but still-- fun to be included. I had to rummage in my closet for all the blue clothes I could find for today; as a sophomore class adviser, their assigned color to wear today is blue. I found comfy blue stuff (even my underwear!!) so I'm all set. All I can say is, I'm glad we are not wearing white. That's harder for me in the winter. Or really, anytime. I tend to get stuff on me if I'm wearing white. 

That said, I'll be supervising activities until about noon, then I'll go get Holly. Today is the first day she's been back in school since last Thursday. Poor bean has been awfully sick. Figures, today's the last day before vacation week, but still, she misses her friends. They have a half day, so I will go pick her up at lunchtime, and then we'll figure out something or other to do.

I hope the predicted snow misses us. I am really weary of battling the snow. And Holly's last basketball practice is tomorrow, and I would hate to be the bearer of bad news (again). She loves being active and having fun. This coming week will be a busy one, more than likely-- at least for me. I've stocked up on new books and some sewing projects for her. We'll bake. But she gets bored easily, which is another thing I am going to try to work on with her. Patience is a difficult thing for us both. =/


Have a good day. Hug your loved ones. 

C

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