Doing the pee-pee dance

Several years ago, my mom and I went out to the county to see a movie.  (I wish I could tell you which movie it was, but I honestly have no idea.)  So the movie ends and we leave the theater to find that it has started snowing.  That's no big deal, except for the fact that Maryland suh-uuucks at dealing with snow.  An inch in Maryland is like 12 inches in New York.  So we get in the car to head home and what is supposed to be a 30 minute drive turns into a 3 hour ordeal.  Of course, due to the large diet sodas that we both consumed during the movie, our bladders are full to the brim, and we start feeling the urge early in the drive.  But here's the thing--somewhere around Hour 2, the need to pee sort of goes away.  It's like our bodies went into survival mode.  The trip passed without incidence.  However, once we were within 10 minutes of our house, it's like our bodies suddenly woke up.  The bathroom was so close, and yet so far, and all of a sudden we were having to do the pee-pee dance in the car. 

That whole story?  Basically sums up my experience of having to wait for my fiance to go through the Peace Corps experience.  When I knew that I had two long years ahead of me, I just sort of settled in for the long haul.  But now that there is less than a month to go before he comes home?  I suddenly find myself doing the emotional version of the pee-pee dance.  I need him to come home!  It's all I think about....

Bow chicka wow wow

For the last few days, the kids and the teachers at my student teaching placement have been playing "Guess My Favorite Food" during lunch time.  The kids love it--they get to ask questions like "what color is it" or "what letter does it start with" (although that one has been somewhat problematic, such as when one girl said her food started with the letter R and it turned out to be Macaroni).

So yesterday, we were all trying to guess a boy's favorite food.  I had already figured out that it was popcorn, so I was trying to help the kids guess.  One little girl said "corn!"  I looked at her and said, "So close!  Remember that it starts with the letter P...."  The little girl furrowed her brow as she thought hard, looked up at me and said, "PORN!"  whoops.  Wonder what the dinner table conversation was like at her house that night...