First off, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KYLE! My nephew’s five now, and it’s been fascinating watching his antics since he was born. Actually, I sort of use his age as a way of figuring out what wedding anniversary the husband and I are celebrating since he was born in 2001 and we got married four days before his first birthday. See? Crazy math is the best math. So happy birthday, Tasmanian Devil. You’re a cutie. 🙂

Today after classes, the husband and I lazed about for a while on the bed while trying to figure out what to do for dinner. I gotta say, Ian’s absolutely hilarious when he’s vaguely awake and needs more sleep. I believe the random “That’s all the French national anthem is–just a bunch of people mooing” was one of the high notes (or low points depending on your point of view). He’s so damned cute. And currently, he’s so damned unconscious, and here I was planning on going and poking him in the ribs for a while. Oh well, I guess I still can, but he won’t be happy about it.

I want to use the word “avuncular” in conversation. I dunno why, but ever since coming across it in a random webcomic (Seriously, have you seen my links page? It’s nothing but random webcomics!!), I’ve had this deep itch to use it in conversation. But seriously, when does “avuncular” fit into normal conversation? Thinking along those lines, however, how do most of the words I use fall into normal conversation? And when are these “normal” conversations going on? More often than not, I’d have to say most people would consider a conversation with me something more akin to an icepick in the tear duct or an otyugh in the butt. Hmm. Yeah, looking back at this paragraph, I think I see what they mean. Your mom’s avuncular! Zing!

So tomorrow’s going to be long since I have to come up with the tests for my Wednesday classes, then after that there’s the test for Friday too. Yippee. It’d be nice if this weren’t my first year teaching French because then I’d already have a test bank stock-piled up like I did with University 101. Meh, I’ll get there. Rome wasn’t destroyed in three days, after all, though I have to admit I could probably break someone’s brain in less time. I’m testing that theory on my students. 😉

Well, it’s nearly eleven p.m. now, and I probably ought to grade something or check my e-mail. I think I hear the husband moving around downstairs. Time to go poke him in the ribs for a while and then grab a soda or a cuppa. I also have more bad movies to watch. Next up: Kill, baby, kill! God, I love a lot of crappy shit. Have a good rest of the night, my avuncular friends!