Ken Cannon saw this obituary today for the woman who was our oldest's son's fifth-grade teacher, Mrs. Farman. If you read the obituary you will see that her life was movie-worthy. Among other things, she spent some time being a princess in Iran, because who doesn't do that?
Like I say, she shoulda been in pictures.
Mrs. Farman was an inspired and inspiring teacher, but the thing I loved about her the most was that she was a heavy smoker who used one of those old-fashioned tortoise shell cigarette holder things. Does anybody know what they're called? At any rate, I always loved seeing her lounge elegantly against a wall or in a car, taking deep drags like she was Cruella Deville.
Smoking was her deal. Which is why she told me with a world-weary roll of the old eyeball that she wasn't gonna bother to teach the required drug and alcohol unit because that would make her a hypocrite, obv.
RIP, Verla Gean. You were absolutely fabulous.