Grrr...blargh.

Worst day.

High point? Indoor recess, so I played my recess CD (left over from my old school, where the gym teacher used to teach them the electric slide and other faboo group dances as part of a dance unit (then, they could dance together at assemblies...and everyone knew them, which was pretty awesome. Did you know there's a dance to "Cottoneyed Joe"? I know 500 kids in central CT who could teach it to you...)). This CD is pretty rockin'. It features such hits as: The Macarena, The Twist, The Hokey Pokey, The Electric Slide, YMCA, and The Chicken Dance. Anyway...if you've seen that "Being back with people who understand you: priceless" commercial, you know what recess was like: awesome. What is it about disco, though? Why will it never die?

Neither will air guitar, though, which kind of makes me feel better.

Low point? Being called a loser by a seven year old. Yeah, though...I am. And I'm mean (Am not!), and I never listen (Do too!), and I always tell him what to do (Hello? Job description?). There were assorted other low points, but that one definitely wins.