oh - oh - jon looks like a lady

I attended the most raucous, insane work holiday party ever last night. What happens when you give a room full of early childhood educators some beer and fried food and a karaoke machine? Complete and utter insanity, that’s what. I couldn’t believe the way that people busted out of their shells - the older russian women, our Chinese matriarch, everybody. I sang so many times that I don’t even remember what I sang anymore. Of course, I DO remember the way the evening started out - Liza, Kristie, (my co-teachers) and I sang “Dancing Queen”. That’s RIGHT. We kicked some karaoke ass.

Today at work, I’ve already been given a dozen roses, a pot of paperwhites, and a helium baloon. I’ve been sung to several times, and my favorite little girl said “Freesia, you are so very beautiful. You are like someone from the movies.” As good a day as it can be so far, considering the way the past week has gone.

{Confidential to D.T.D. … Thanks for the call - I really appreciated it. As for things not being weird or awkward between us, consider this. There is a reason that you were my best friend for four times longer than anybody before you … we get along. That part isn’t going to change. It’s nice to have you in my life now and then.}