So heres the usual scene: Molly has all the bad influencing ideas and then claims we “make her drink so much” ( read: false). Carly is the one who follows through and makes us do those plans, and I die.

They may dispute this but I don’t care it’s my blog and i have three followers, and they make up 2/3 of that so… Fight me.

One of us has a bad day. We go to a bar. On a weeknight. ( truth: this has happened like once, tonight. We’re actually lame and spend our lives watching dawsons creek screaming at the tv wondering why joey is so terrible. And once we we did wednesday karaoke which is documented and awesome, videos to follow) We should be doing work. We have to be there for each other, duh. We have about two drinks. I go home, sober, and watch private practice. I wonder why Sam wont be my boyfriend. Or Pete. Or Cooper for that matter. I feel bad. I think about my chocolate cover strawberries and how my kids told me ” I’m black on the inside” get happy and sleep.

Buuuut back to the point. Tonight we did a tequila shot. Why? God knows. Ask my two friends. However did this lead to craziness and more shots and drinks and dancing? No, we politely paid our check, got picked up, went home and watched sober private practice.

This my friends, is growing up.

anyways, my thoughts on this week: it rocks. I just got back from a massage they set up in one of our classrooms. this is not normal, right? I’m pretty sure my teachers did not have massages when I was in school. I’ll take it.

What I can’t handle is another chocolate covered strawberry.

That is a blatent lie. I love them, like love them. They have been everywhere this week. teacher appreciation week makes you fat. I was given a cupcake by a 5th grader at 7:20 am. Is it ever too early for cupcakes?

On the same note, one of my girls threw up EVERYWHERE in class on Monday. It was movie-ish.

Because of it, I felt the need to have an extra strawberry.

You win some, you lose some.