On friday my mom helped me write some clues for a treasure hunt and when the kids got home from school, I told them I had misplaced the Friday night movies. The only thing we had to find them with were the clues I left myself. I tried to write them using only their sight words and I was SO impressed with how fast they read those things! I'm convinced I could have hidden dirty socks and the kids would have been equally as excited to follow the clues and find them. The adults had fun too.
My mother cheated. She bought us food. We were far from starving but my mother is a random spoiler. Her genes, I'm convinced, are the source of my spoiling practices. Suffice to say, there is ice cream in the freezer, yogurt and apple cider in the fridge and fancy, schmancy, cinnamon-raisin bread in the pantry. We were also taken out for breakfast this morning and it was DELICIOUS, so although it is dinner time now, I'm really not hungry. I'm thinking fruit and tea would be lovely.
I'm looking forward to this week. I have about 34 pages of Virginia Woolf to read which is always a joy and on Wednesday I get to dive into the depths of my shallow mind and explore the thoughts surrounding the paper due in mid-October.
Believe it or not, the prospect of pondering, reading, writing, exploring, thinking, and endless hypothesizing, is as good to me as chocolate is to most, or sex depending on the depth of penetrating thought, which leads me to believe that the smarter I become, the more satisfying thinking will be. Tsk tsk. If only stupid people knew.
I'm going to get my highlighter, "A Room of One's Own" and give "self-gratification" a new meaning. Care to join me?
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