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The web master and I have to trek to Tampa to take care of some business and such. He's seriously considering going to Crazy Buffet--since we've both been wanting it for quite some time now.
I really dislike that my "Fortress of Solitude" has been discovered. It's not that I mind the friends stopping by, it's that I dislike being bothered with more work. C'est la vie.
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Tony was helping a student with a printing issue in one of the computer labs early this morning. As he was standing behind the guy, he heard a small pbbbpt!. Apparently, the guys had a bit of a flatulent moment. The flatulent apologized, and T continued with whatever he was doing. Actually, that was more than just an annoyance, that's plain gross.
And since I'm writing about flatulence, I have to share the story Rachel shared with me about one of her first graders. Yes, every once in a while, one'll slip out, and they move. The other morning, however, one of her boys sounded like he was starting a lawnmower with all the noise he made. It was all Rachel could do to keep from laughing.
I really dislike that my "Fortress of Solitude" has been discovered. It's not that I mind the friends stopping by, it's that I dislike being bothered with more work. C'est la vie.
Lastly,

And since I'm writing about flatulence, I have to share the story Rachel shared with me about one of her first graders. Yes, every once in a while, one'll slip out, and they move. The other morning, however, one of her boys sounded like he was starting a lawnmower with all the noise he made. It was all Rachel could do to keep from laughing.
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Nope, nothing is kept secret at WSC. Well, mostly nothing.
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