Monday, May 14, 2012

In my next life

I'm fond of saying "In my next life I want to be _______________," and then I fill in the blank.  A Solid Gold Dancer.  Tina Fey.  A peony farmer.  Especially a peony farmer.  People, when the peonies are on I am powerless to do anything but bury my nose in a bush full of blossoms.

So yeah.  I want to be a peony farmer in my next go around.  )Please note picture of pink peony from my garden.)

But then I taught a couple of jr. high classes today and I remembered--if I have another life, I'll have to go through the seventh-grade again.  And I never, ever, ever want to do that.


Louise Plummer said...

I'd have to go to Chuckie Cheeses again. One life is enough, especially when Spring repeats itself every single year.

Lisa B. said...

Junior high = the worst.

I did my student teaching in a junior high. They should put a sign above every junior high in the land that says "Abandon hope, all ye who enter here." Also, they should have a Nobel Prize for great junior high teachers. That is some hard, heroic work, when done well.

Amelia said...

Junior high is a special kind of nightmare. Those peonies of beautiful! We bought some peonies for while my mom is here and they are beautiful!