Psycho Papercutter??

Ever since I picked up the shorties from school today, I can't get this out of my mind.  There was a sign on the teacher's lounge door that read:

This is an elementary school.  

Couple thoughts went through my head....

This is a scary sign.
The paper cutter could be ready to jump out at me at any moment.
Is the picture of the paper cutter just a decoy?  
Is the "paper cutter" really a person?
Is the "paper cutter" really a disgruntled teacher?

Why all the caution?
For fox sake!
Why not warn people that are going to USE the paper cutter to be careful, instead of warning people to watch out for the paper cutter?
I'm back to looking over my shoulder for the paper cutter.
I picture a paper cutter hiding in there behind the door.
Ready to cut me in half.
I should run.
Wait, I should grab my kids and run.
Run fast.

Then I remembered something else.

Like a paper cutter.


Putting more thought into that suit of armor for when I visit the schools.  

Happy day to you and yours!

Just T.

I'm Back

That's right, you heard me. I Am Back. I used to be over at Oh For Pete's Sake but I figured since I haven't blogged in a kazillion years, I should start fresh. Not that you can't go over there and see how flippin psycho I was, and STILL am. Feel free to check it out.  I will deny everything.

 I can't even explain where I have been between that blog and this one. I think I've been here, at home, trying to keep house, work full-time, and teach children right from wrong.  But most days I'm cleaning up messes, busting my ass at work, and keeping the shorties (aka my two youngest) from killing each other.  When I'm not doing that, I'm a wife.  It's true.  I have the papers to prove it.

Ok ok, so the mister and I have issues, but isn't that what makes us unique?  There is no perfect marriage, and after 8 years, we have almost perfected this.  I know he's perfect at snoring and keeping me awake most nights.  I know he's perfect at leaving facial stubble in the sink right after I've cleaned the bathroom.  And he's also perfect at falling asleep wherever his ass lands any time after 6pm.

On the other hand, he knows I'm perfect at finding the one thing that is out of place, even if he has picked up all the other things.  He is CERTAIN that I will notice when he has started a load of his own clothes and left them in the dryer all week long done his laundry.  He is well aware that I can be the perfect biotch, and I'm not afraid to admit it.

So, that's where I've been.  PERFECTING my marriage.  It's been a rough road, but I think we almost have it together.

So, .  There's more to come.

See you on the flip side!

Just T.